Living Dying In Real Time

Living .Dying In Real Time 8/1/12 Walking through the shadows where living images once resided an eerie feeling sweeps over those non believers, stoic. Crying? Dying? Choices too few decisions not made what happened to the plans of long removed youth? Somber mood prevails now, calling from the shadows. Come hither she whispers this will not hurt says the dark maiden named pain’s mistress, eyes black gazing into souls weakened from practicing her evil lies, forgotten truths Living in time once meant fulfilling dreams bright with promise; time was an ally to all hers was an encircling love. Faces now crack with lines deep and heavy grown weary from the endless journey upon the turning wheel, exhausted minds Corporations spin tales of woe meanwhile lining their streets with golden coins callously laughing at those left lying in their wake, waves crash on unsuspecting mass’s. Beginnings endings life tells a tale not fortuitous for many in her kingdom; loyalty misplaced or disenchanted deserving a happier fate than one they are living, suffering now. Is no one left accountable for actions vile and disingenuous? Callous hands count fortunes within glass towers made easy by hierarchy’s rewarding touch, no suffering the shark smiles. Lest we forget one must remember a time long, long ago when the fruit was sweet and smiles plentiful happiness was attainable, within our grasp. Youth was free for a time in the early morning sun yet now we must pay for meals not so pleasant of taste nor smell, distasteful Hath Greed replaced love? Where has mercy and compassion gone? Seems like they left on the midnight train taking happiness hostage but what is the ransom they seek? Swirling winds of indecision blow warm breezes to us now, will we seek to regain our freedom and restore love to her rightful place on the throne? © David J. Mitchell 2012