One broken wheel is all it takes
to rupture an entire life of planning
that so much is left to something else
makes the argument over sanity
seem wasted.
One lunatic running wild is all it takes
to disrupt the semblance of understanding
but maybe so much of that understanding
was built on nothing more than
paper planes.
One fighting spirit is all it takes
to ignite the flame of freedom
when so much of it seemed lost
in a wave of tyranny and mediocrity.
In it all I stand aghast, I stand tall
the wheels are in motion, I fight
the lunacy, I free myself
I rise above the clouds
and look down upon a life
of uncertainty, insanity, fragility and hypocrisy
that so few care to call out for what they are:
The filth of greed and grime of power
that will only consume its body as soon
as the wheel is broken.
Just one.
Moment.
Person.
Idea.
Careless gesture.
Unthinking speech.
Unfulfilled desire.
I chance upon the midnight highway
lit, but deserted
you see it from above and it goes all the way to the north
but it is soulless
even as it aspires to connect humanity
it is unfriendly, unwelcoming.
It is but one road as its exits are many
people come in and out in daylight
the sun always the bringer of hope
although it deceives too.
It is too warm
It is time to peel the layers of uneasiness
and bare the truth that
is the mad and broken and free.
27 June 2014
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