An Elusive Natural

 

 

     All that matters,

Be the endearment of others

To see a particular point of view,

     And it’s neither grandiose

Nor too expressive for people to understand,

For it is an acknowledgement,

A knowingness plain as day

That all feel underneath

The wealth of lies being sold as life,

And that is,

That is,

     This is not the living that

Exemplifies your soul!

 

     This is not

The way humanity behaves,

This is not a human being

With all his compassion

And all his rationale,

This,

     Is only the reaction

To the rules of the game,

A game you did not enter to play,

A game where the rules are

Stacked against you –

Here to cripple you and see

How you behave,

 

     This,

Is no more than hell,

For no-one has chance here

Unless they have something

They own they can depart with,

Something very unique

That can be presented

Like a trophy and I say,

Keep it near,

Keep it very dear

And let none,

     No-one,

Tamper that

With which they seek

To gain because,

They don’t have it for themselves,

 

     Go steadily beyond

The horizon,

Take your time

And walk the line

None have touched

Through greed and avarice,

And when beyond

All jealous eyes –

Who can only ponder -

Who it is to be you;

Sing a soulful tune of sorrow

For all they took,

For all they cheated out of

Life itself,

     And walk this way again no more.

 

 

Michael J Waite 14^th October 2014.