Where It Leads Ix

It is me looking at my old self, laughing, mocking the weakness within the bad memories of yesterday seem absurd today I know and so should You there are many storms ahead no matter how hard they hit always remember the Sun is bound to shine - if not in the instant the storm is gone in time - don't do what shouldn't be done or you might just miss this rhyme - you'll be gone Life comes with good, with bad - be happy, be sad be calm, be mad - instead of death choose life It's morning and I'm trying to jumpstart my thoughts; vroom-vroom, there they go on the highway, rushing towards my right brain ready to morph into rain and fall on your left brain -you think- how selfish of me to impose a simple action that may cause a chemical reaction ending up as a synapse of poetry, robbing you of your dignity In these strange times we live in we just have to learn to give in and absorb what's given by those who think for us, after all there's a certain sense of nobility in: being lead to victory, accepting without questioning the sound reasoning of those who lead, believing they won't turn their back on us in times of need, right Wrong, hear that gong? You've just KO-ed your own freedom of choice, of having your own voice and traded it for.. for what? A false sense of security, a sense that when things take a turn for the worse you can hide behind the big man; reality check the big man with his big words will be nowhere to be found, you'll be left all alone to stand your own ground... Question everything, even yourself, be curios; if by chance you've lived a delirious life, without dong so just remember It's better accepting change and regret what you've done than living a life of neglect, being horrified by what you've become