Short tempers, short words
And even shorter memories
Short attention span occurs
Like school kids in assemblies
“They’re all full of shit!
And they’re all fucking rotten!”
By the time the seam’s split
It’s all gone and forgotten
Desensitised destruction
Of the common man’s mind
Wait for instruction
The blind leading the blind
Those three mice never got fed
Farmer’s wife chases their blues
Missing their tails, full of dread
Who cares? It’s just yesterday’s news.
Dip and dive, twists and turns
Forming shapes and sizes
That could never be learned
Plumaged joy for all to see
As scornful sky criticizes
Winged beauty so wild and free
An unmatched mystery to all below
Flighty festoon falls and rises
Without care, fear or woe
Elastic, electric, exemplified elation
Creating endless surprises;
Ten thousand starlings’ murmuration.
For anyone that feels that
Their race is already run
That their ball is burst and flat
And they’ve seen their final Sun
When your grip is getting tired
And your grip is all you’ve got
If life leaves much to be desired
Remember…
You’re much better here than not.
Though the tunnel long and dark
Can seem impossible to fight
Every punch will make a spark
For you to guide toward the light
No matter what may lay ahead
If every hope and dream seems shot
There’s another path that you can tread
Because you are loved…
And you’re much better here than not.
“The more you learn,
The less you know.”
Scorned the Galaxy, stern
To her Stars as they glow
Glimmer.
Star bursts, “The irony isn’t lost
On me. I’m still a bright spark.”
Not realising the cost
Of stardust culminating in dark.
Dimmer.
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