Inside,
instinct
intact
beast...
on the outside,
pure theater
study...
I went before,
actor of your actions,
now only
spectator
absent... but
still i'm living
your actions...
That's a fact... !
Is it
Better to lead
Than be lead
Teather bound to not your
own kite
String one's own bow
Follow your own path
Rather than up and down
a secretive garden
Do thing's your way
Be the wolf not a lamb
Be unique stand alone
Live and die without regret
and fear
Be not behind but 1 step ahead
of the 8' Ball
Face and make the tough
calls
So on and so forth
And if from time to time as
in life thing's turn sour
Be willing to put your head
upon the chopping block
Take and admit responsibility
For leading other's astray and
in the wrong direction
Knowing you have no 1 else
but oneself to blame
Then and only then my Son
You can surely call yourself
a leader
And so must take the lead
And not be lead
Otherwise how is a change
for the better ever to be achieved
And so too parity for the masses
If all we do is follow
Because our leader's are not
willing to put their head's
above the parapet
They come in
doing that familiar shuffle
arms
legs akimbo
and eyes
never quite resting on mine
I wonder where their mind has gone
what thoughts crowd their
jagged corners of thought-
They come in
day by day for appointments
doing
better sometimes
and othertimes
they've lost the teather that held them
on solid ground
where reality wasn't shifting by sight or sound
They come in
sometimes strangers to each other
but familiar in their addictions
comfort in numbers
depleated in resources
and lonely in spirit
they move across this space and time
as ghosts who crave satisfaction
still I pray I have no judgement
of them
as I would not like a judgement of me
and hope that one day
they too shall be free.