alone with a thought that is a ball and chain
a cell. A torturer. A lover. The source of all pain and pleasure... at times
the internal love of our own self-esteem; the judge in our heads that tells us
our life is meaningful or absurd
worthless or infused with enough myth
to have a Hallmark Card in our head for any occasion
cheer us up
forget our woes
Hidden away in places that look like sheer madness from outside looking in
we decipher our strange truths -- we stare into the face of monsters with a maddened hearts
every ounce of our being wanting only to run...
get away...
wake up and find this is only a fleeting dream
in despair we take shelter in a spiritual world
ask our Gods to make us feel better/make our lives better
or just come thru with an eternity of virgins and angels
Mr. Bean has one leg and sits on the corner outside of Mr. Kim's store
He has a cup out, says hello to people... doesn't ask
but he is there everyday and the neighbors all know him
toss in their change, because they know the home he lives in
leaves the patients hungry... and the system leaves them broke
takes all their social security
and leaves them 30 bucks a month
imprisoned with guards who don't want to change the adult diapers
among the sickest and closest to death
ambulances come from there day and night
the Reaper takes a lot of people out of that innocent looking brick building
I see the states faults in such places
how we care for the young and the elderly and the sick
shows how sick we have become
how much of a merciless microcosm Satan has seduced you into being?
get so sick of sick of sick of sickened just plain out sickened
again and again as the Truth is battered by lies all around me
X-Ray vision it ain't... careful observation and the time to research
after many years of writing academic papers that had to go well beyond journalism
How we all wish we had a hypnotic wand to wave
and make all around us own up to the truth?
What would be your truth? I wonder at myself
Do I have one?
I know that you have to leave the herd
