Everything rendered just-in-time
Reality wrought by brains insane
Advertising Epoch—cornflakes abound
When a cornflake falls, does it make a sound?
 
Take these pills, son, and the reality we teach
Take these pills, girl, square peg in round hole
Open your heart so we can close it down
You are the cornflake, we are the sound

I escaped the city as a thief
Armed with wit and guile
Only to steal no peace of mind
As barefoot I ran 

​She’s lead
Transmuted into gold through love
Our heart
Bound deep but forever apart
Our loneliness echoes in each other’s soul
Yet we never speak, and angels weep

Image by Comfreak

​Sea crashes plastic
Fish mercury fed
Temperature taken
Gaia infected
Infested!
Humankind spreads

​Doubt dominates belief
Self against self
Shadow obscuring positive intention
And all paths become blocked
by the one who says ‘Can’t’
while the other fights, ‘Can!’
​But the fight, soon lost, leaves only inaction
a decision feared, never made, absconded
Can I? No.
Should I? No.
Why not?
You cannot win, see, you’re nobody, no one;
who do you think you are?
No one?
Yes.
No one . . .
But we engage in conversation
I let doubt seep in
Friendly, I offer kindness
And doubt dissipates
Hopefully