how i too wished it could be different

he said to his reflection

rehearsed an infinite amount of times

he no longer wants to count

when the world has dashed by

leaving him all alone.

ALONE!

what disgrace, what tragedy, what a dishonor

and his claim is right,

that he should be made whole!

whole, what is it?

his mind scrambles to make sense

of what is logic,

for logic is told by politicians he does

not trust,

for they have sided with those

that benefits them, understandably.

who wouldn’t choose that route?

it is the easiest path … … therefore

all other paths are jealousy,

who can fight a label when power is a the fuel?

none, none, none,

says the dead one buried, none, none, none

till the living man cries out,

let me off!

please, but pleas are for weaklings

and the narcissist is emboldened,

he knows how the die will roll out

for he has seen it one too many times!

win, win, win

give no quarter for those who lose

and cry on moral or religious grounds,

then the whips comes,

he digs his heels deeper into the sand,

for sand is what he has always known

a world quite erratic and mad,

this is for me,

he says when the world blinks not

when win, win, win

is the only battle cry out there.

why do you think people rebel?

for insanity?

of please, he says.

and you know what,

he feels just like me.