A Revelation of Sorts
Sometimes I feel
people are too good for me
whether putting on airs
acting like they just don't care
sticking their noses in the air
as if elevation
will lead to a revelation of sorts
Sometimes I notice
people go out of their way
to ruin another’s perfect day
well maybe perfect is not the right word
sometimes the things we perceive
tend to be rather absurd
the grass is always greener
fences make nice neighbors
someone's downfall
may be another's savior
Not talking about religion
poking sticks at hornet nests
just stirs up indignation
from self righteous flocks
who want you to take stock
in what they aim to convey
whether one agrees or not
there is a price to pay
Sacrificing is just the icing
on these sickly sweet cakes
go ahead and partake
everyone is on the make
just to prove they are not fake
following some notions of order
standing behind invisible borders
hoping foundations won't break
Sometimes I realize
there must be some truth
hidden behind these eyes
where roots and sentences
branch out into paragraphs
trying to decipher this madness
my part in this sadness
a speck of dirt
flowing with hurt
in the face of the Great Unknown
mathiasthom
written 10/13/09
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