Step Out

Why sit and wait another day, to do what’s not done and say what’s not said?

For  tomorrow doesn’t wanna play, “dress up” with the living or  lay down with the dead.

We fear to step out on the brink, so frightened by the expected fall,

But once out on the precipice, it doesn’t seem that far at all.

Much of our lives we spend lethargic, catatonic or entranced.

While others choose the rhythmic order, we force ourselves to do the dance.

I will not let you choose the tempo! I will not take one step in time!

I shall not sip from satan’s chalice! He’s used our tears to make the wine.

He mixes it with fear, oppression, politician’s filthy greed,

Combines it with our true reflections, so that we are not want to see.

He crushes in some pain and adds a pinch of angers earthy tones,

The faintest hint of self-indulgence seems to bring this cocktail home.

I fight against my own self-righteous attitudes, to keep me sane,

And live one second to the next teetering from joy to pain!