drifter

scorned, and smirks come about clench your fist once against for railing against the skies matters not. not when you have nothing to spare, to give. that's the currency, forget philosophical debates on what is, or is right it matters not at the end of the day which is why the highway is filled with the masses, masses gravitate to what is obvious. surely it is clear? clear, like the water distilled without sediments, and it is easy to watch sediments gravitate towards denser materials, not so much when it comes down to life on what gravity does to vices and virtues. for labels are all there is this day, the quick and obvious quite plain! you see. i do too. foul play. the masses like a herd of some animals rush towards ... ... utopia. quick fix when endless pain needs to be numbed. you hear don't you? you feel don't you? you are hesitant now ... ... preach, preach, preach sermons are dry. when the sea does not part, a clever story is made up. i hear, i see, i sense, as do you. material world, it is what everyone wants, and much of everyone are hypocrites. no one dares point out! sssshjhhh .... clever game ending in what is expected. clever never out smarted fate/god. it is impossible to distinguish these days, what is real, when real is touch, quick fix who can we blame when the house is up in smoke? put out the fire, no one is watching, they are catching up with the joneses, quite clear. distilled water is easy to tell, not so much with quality of life, or after life. does anyone believe in afterlife? or do masses gravitate to the neighbor grinning: i got more. feel the tug yet? not yyyy eeee tttt? you will soon, it happens even to the best, to peter, a disciple of christ unable to tell what a rooster cry means. 3 times, in some other language, or religion, it is salvation, 3 a charm. 3 damned. which is it? rooster settles down in my bed, unable to sleep toss and turn till the morning comes. it cried out all the time, damn rooster! malfunction, like your dreams and mine, spoiled by foul actors we proclaim it is me, and you, and god has become just another bedtime story ... ... children fall fast asleep to. god loves you. fire burns now, where is this god? immersed in games, like human games try to tear apart cannot. clouds, gray, nuances, fading into one simple black and white when accusations come about. it is on the street, widely knowned, as if that means anything if time was a guage, this balance ... ... unwanted. apart • power • demand • executes • another head falls off. • cry. • does it matter? • no. not really. • when everyone grins ... ... walks on. walk on ... ... the dawn is not near, it is in memories stirred up only when the drifter stops. stops. halts. not hesitates. makes a stand, yes - that is what it take for the skies to bend, an impossible task, hypocrites smile and walk on ready to embrace the same lies as always.