25 Sept 2020

Black and blue

 

Cumulus mountains drift by my window

Pushing the first cold breeze of the year

In the small open crack

 

It is fresh and tangible

And forces change

And so is to be embraced

 

Everything within has become like paper

Words fading away with the fall of each evening

Every morning a reset to zero

 

And what do we do to maintain

But try and steal away some order

Where none can live

 

Because our madness is a liar

And good at it too

As we revel in our own deceit

 

Nothing has changed because

It never does

All these rules are merely presented as new

 

But you know

As do I

That they can talk and talk and yet

 

While they dictate that all must be

Either black or blue with no third choice

Their words are written in sand and made to be kicked

Away.