Those damn stairs near the doorway
Light the path up but just as easily
Can cause a landslide to a lower place
From where you expected to be.

We have been chosen
As a people
To undertake a trial
And analyze
Erroneously
This instance in time
Which we call life
Forever taking
The wrong turn
When we are presented with
The choice of either
Left or right
And in these choices
How are we to know
What lies within the
Giant’s drink
And how are we to see the
Myriad of choices
Which exist within this game?

To die, to live
To dream
And we cannot see that
In living these other choices unfold
That life is not manufactured and
Distributed in this cookie cutter fashion
--That we are--
I am not that person on the television
That I am more than that hog
In front of the socio-capitalist trough
Fattening and awaiting the slaughter
I am the individual
A one instance singularity
And I am worthy of respect.

12/28/2012

Posted on 12/28/2012
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