There is no perfect time

The stars shall not align

Your choices are your own

Whose seeds will next be sewn?

We tailor our tales
For readers who listen
We polish our past
To a shine, and we glisten.
But pain is a permanent stain
And love is an ill-fitting glove.

At any given moment
Suffering is near
Be cheerful but aware
Constrict your wicked stare.

Perspective is a language
Speakers are too few
The rueful never learned
For selflessness was spurned.

A gentle voice from yesteryear
Protects my heart
From reckless fear
Just long enough to stand again
And see the ‘how’
Beyond the ‘when’.

From the slumber of superstition
I awoke
With aching limbs
And a thirst for reason.

From the echoed halls of certainty
I appeared
With arrow drawn
And a moving target.

Everyone you think you know
Is putting on a show.
Do you know your role?
Did you read your lines?
Characters console
And memory confines.

Places full of people,

People full of places,

Restlessly inscribing

Fantasies in faces.

Ever watchful eyes
Ever open ears
Born of ancient lies
Feeding primal fears.

‘Fire!’ screams the fool
No flames are to be seen
But swiftly comes a rule
Where common sense had been.

Technology detects
Technology reveals
Technology connects
Technology conceals.

Lives are tailed and tracked
Files upon the shelves
But code has not been cracked
To save us from ourselves.

Ever watchful eyes
Ever open ears
Born of ancient lies
Feeding primal fears.