Direction
Life’s inflection is the
direction of decision
Vectors are those
inevitable directors of life’s sectors
Planned pathway direct
alleyway to be the damned
Kid raised sanitized
taught direction control is truth, mind euthanized
Dislocated is the mind
taught that blessings are directly allocated
Protected from the scraped
knee, pathetic direction of reality deflected
Hatred for the cocooned
life that hides direct shock from the patronized
Monster in your face is
life’s direct pace that will break into your place
This directive, that life
requires the artificial protective is a palliative
Scratches the soul of
those that know random direction is the imperative
For Man is not born to be
cosseted, suffocated and smothered in kisses
His direction is toughness
from a twisting life that forges forgiveness
It comes down to
morality’s direction before the ultimate dissipation
Choices in a universe
where only the metaphysical is inevitable
So who are you; frightened
for your kin and wary of the future?
Let that false god be gone
and let those you love be free to fall
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