Wheat From The Chaff

What’s done is done As the chips fall And the die is cast Each of us Taking a part Donning a mask To play Our allotted role At each step The road forks With freedom and tyranny The choice to make And so we do Instinctively, habitually Compulsively or consciously A choice that’s always ours Whose world do you live in after all One inherited from deceivers Who apply bandaid visions To your mind Or one you find revealed In each moment As you joyfully sacrifice All that has come before (9/30/24)