Whatever You Want It To Be

Your golden calf speaks artfully in my ear marketing its millions of worshipers- whispers of temptation to be like you- If all life produces are idolators from the gold calves they adore, where are its gardeners its realtors its nourishers its doctors its listeners its philosophers it cleaners its mothers its fathers? These are the pillars of society. Remember this and don't feel ashamed of who you were meant to be. We all have a part to play on this sea of glass and rocky debris