limitless gullibility

new born eyes like sponge, absorbs love and hate alike: a baby cries, screams, grows to become child of spotted dots, still largely innocent though the first frown suggest a knowledge that a white lie told is above hell but not yet heaven unless the narrator was a mirror opposite, then the notion of white and black becomes a question of philosophy. thus the nagging teenager seen as troubled, oh that nuisance, and the colleagues, the relatives all nod sympathetically at how awful this raging hormone filled vengeful spirit is, as if they were not once upon a time all that dark robed rolled veils bundles tightly in a casket, lips sewn shut with the same exact words do as i tell you, not as i do and the young adults now behaves the same way, taking on a role when all the sorting has been dished out, a doctor, a judge, a criminal, a villain, to each their own music is crystal clear, the only reality beckoning in a world of craft, invisibility, power serves as justice, just like the teenager being told what is. do not talk about, says the judge. outside the courtroom, the heroes are singing of verdicts made - a question of philosophy or power? neither, the machine rolls, lags, heaves, chugs, torments, then pleasure comes when the marketing department eases tension, a story is sold to be truth though the rats have gotten bigger, the cats smaller all this while - a man sings of forgotten days not to be remembered. and might as well be whatever it was because all the keys have been hidden by grandma, who is still keeping her best cookies for herself.