Options
not happy with the idea
that when the heart stops
& the brain shuts down,
the personality ends &
nothing follows,
s/he wants
options---
in fact, s/he is simply one
in a series of zillions of
humans that have lived &
died, all wanting more,
all wanting for it not to be
so cut & dry, all wanting
for their own lives to be
special &
for a world with options to
give them
meaning.
s/he invests his/her energy
in the
“spiritual” & s/he keeps a
group of those who want the
same around him/her in order
to provide a comfort,
to provide a support group in
the wanting of options in a
life bound for destruction of the
self.
unsatisfied with those around
him/her that do not want options,
that do not need options, or who
make their way upon the earth
with destruction of others as their
only motivation for living,
this believer, this self-illusionist
finds him/herself wanting more
than options out of dying,
but rather to hold those alive
that do not want what s/he wants
accountable.
pointing a finger of self-righteousness
& wanting a lightning bolt from the
sky to ignite that place in which that
finger is pointing, s/he waits quietly
for things to go his/her way, s/he
spends his/her time waiting with
folded arms of “justice”---
that of which s/he read in a book,
a book crafted by charlatans
thousands of years ago
&
this same book is supposed to
give him/her options.
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