Charade
Come join the charade;
Of seeking out the ones that last,
moving ahead to make new pasts,
big money and little hearts.
Of sleeping pills till the sleep at last,
sifting through an hour glass;
Same but divided in race and class;
Luck and fate and shooting stars.
Of steering clear to stand apart;
Loneliness within a world so vast.
Shoot and kill; gun and brass,
sharp and brilliant, yet so chaste.
Of destinations, directionless,
at home; but out of place.
Waiting for a final blast
of chaos, to find peace at last.
Copyright © Mayur Choudhari | Year Posted 2017
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