yesterday's wars

today's reality does not solve the ah ha moment we like to pretend it's all peaches and cream. no blood, no sweat, no tears, no heart aches, just a cold silence, a lukewarm towel, a dampness that neither infringes nor redeems, just - a learning curve when social norms become codes, functions, nothing spontaneous for a nerve is hit. damaged with old wars reminding, how the situation has changed, give me no more reminders that inertia works. it works till it does not. magnify a way out, an exit expands exponentially but the light is already gone. weary eyes gleam no more, shrunken body does not need to eat, waste away. erroneous solutions applied in a simple way, the world has never been that was has it? the sun rises, expands and swallows the world, too much heat - life giving, pause. pause again. pause till life is cooked, not the redemption sought - slips away, once again, in this make belief land, belief takes form, harden, become solid no longer airy fairy thoughts and the old wars bled out, stains corroding the very seats we idly put ourselves on, pretending they do not exist, a small chat, an inferno swells when a spark becomes too much - cool it off, chew down that tongue, till the temperature drops again, your innards twist, coil, ready to strike at nothing lukewarm me, lukewarm you we take as norm, better than being fried alive then an ant rises 10 feet tall don't talk back, don't stir sediments settled as currents moved, just not how i nor you expected it to go about: meandering, carving out, nah, it is just a straight river we both say at the same time. how cool the touch! how gentle the look in your eyes, how timid this talk, neither dead nor alive, just how it was meant to be, chained, locked, suppressed, we say our lines, everything that comes about is just work. what's there to talk about? lukewarm, insipid, pretentious, the sun spat out the digested life, the moon keeps us stagnant, neither festering, nor sparkling, just a reflection of what life should be.