for taking a u turn

u saw

forks in the road

and shadows lurking

some said

it’s just myth and legend. but

it felt real – surely all that serotonin, dopamine, rush

means a rock breaking glass;

you would not deny that, would you?

figments

dispersed

folklore

fairies

retreat

gospel

angels

advance

and are they different in substance

or just another tide

to be washed over?

how we do cling

to a life saver: i am not sinking

change the label silly

the pragmatic called

to the dreamer

whose face is nothing but sadness.

for none saw a dream

when it is easy to bend classroom talks

if it is not actually enforced.

putting steel on water!

the mad man exclaimed

that’s dangerous.

and meanwhile

folklore

sank slowly in the rising of

labels –

and inertia

tides, waves,

how things are

mama, papa

is this wrong?

and when is it right to rebel

when nonsense beams like the sun!

we’re all just grasping at air;

adamant that

this is a must, not need.

change the labels idiot

the pragmatic said to the idealist;

and many did.

do not say

i’ve never offered

a flaming sword, a seductive lie

and roasted meat.

and godless crowd

impassive.

so do songs rise

i simply decided

to never be a part of.

don’t blame me –