WHAT TO READ
Don’t want to read what makes me choke
I don’t want to read what only provokes
I want to read art
I wan’t to read about being – set apart
I could read other stuff
But I won’t pretend – or bluff
There’s a lot to read out there
But it all ends in the end
There’s a lot of despair
It’s uncontrollable – too much to bear
I can read other literature
But I prefer what is pure
I Might not agree with you
You might not agree too
I think of the bloggers afraid to look
At the content of the Book of books.
As we think – so we are
But every brain has gone too far
Shackles bound – ‘thought feet’ in snare.
The same mistakes – perpetual defeat
But there’s also:
The mystery ordained for the glory of some
Partaken of – by the chosen ones
Out of sight man
Way outa sight
Hope’s on the horizon
It’s time – the time has begun
‘The end is nigh…’
On a billboard – creates a sigh.
Can’t get past it’s ridiculous outcry
To find that it’s true for you and I ?