We Feel Real When We Steal Our Last Breath
Drown not in yummy yesterdays, seize the breeze of today
While intuitive initiatives aplenty beg to be taken
Into your stride if only ears and eyes should every Saturday
Strive to debunk myths of dependency on mistaken
Opinions on dominions of double tongues that drag
A train of ambiguity in an ambience meant to weaken
The resolution wrapped in rapid reflections to brag
Flagging fortunes, sagging sagacity and overt
Vanity and inanity driven beyond conjecture to mug
Denial of pain, create a drought from a flood to assert
Infatuation in a situation where habituation lives
In cycles of woes and wonders interwoven to insert
A full stop at the commencement of a move that gives
Death to joy, fill moments with frowns that down
The motive to live, elevate the motive that forgives
Risible reasons why we play the corny clown
Defend duplicity, caress cash and crash a crown
On limbs of love, cut off our noses, bruise faith
Feel foppish and seal deals that steal our last breath.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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