everyone thrives under great weather,

everyone smiles when the world smiles,

everyone wants utopia without a threat to that fantasy,

everyone is in the best of moods when the news is favorable to them,

everyone is confident when they are the customers,

everyone can be gracious when power tilts in their favor,

everyone can be nice when they have nothing to lose and only to gain,

everyone chooses the correct answer when it is a very simply question,

everyone does not say no to more success,

everyone would like more love, more likes, more thumbs up,

but no one likes a bump to their dreams,

a bump that becomes a sink hole large enough to swallow the sun,

a damnation without hope for redemption,

a fighter always looks good when he is winning,

childhood is always childhood when talk is untested by reality,

a hiccup, an indigestion, a brew

of something quite pleasant – then turns out to be damaging

because the sly fox does not get in without a slip.

a tear,

a blindspot,

a narrative,

people are really quite dumb when it comes to stories

so do not blame the fox.

it could be,

it might have been,

possible becomes probably,

probably become certainty

and ghost, zombies, nightmares

became what is taken for real.

crash, screech, the breaks have been tampered with,

no one gives thanks for suffering, pain, denial, dislike, poverty,

no one whispers to everyone: this could be you.

this could be me,

everyone whispers back to no one:

i could be a saint, to transcend, to be delivered

and then silence.

more silence,

silence continues.

any takers?