Nothing To Sell

They thought it strange he wanted to love others They thought it out of character. What is he up to? What is he covering up? Beyond expectation, his transformation, an aberration? What was left behind is too high a price to buy what he was trying to sell...surely. Joy replaced the fun of revenge Peace in his mind replaced the stench Of wanting to avenge the injustice done to him, by the world. Their laughing conjoined with their anger Came from the threat of his conviction, his revolution Of thought Of life Of peace Of joy Of wisdom Of grace Of truth and honesty, an integrity that flowed; not worked. That is the magic. He didn’t want to join in any more of their thought Their life bereft of beauty and reality Their destruction of self. He rested from overpersuading them that He had nothing to sell. It’s not what you were, but who you can see It’s not what you do, but who you can be. In opposite land Where zeitgeist is sand where culture and reality collide, When trends are a sham And truth is banned There’s release in becoming a child. He hit the target of who he really is.