When Did The Future Switch From Being A Promise To Being A Threat?

for R.J.W.III.

yet again the breaking point has been put to critical.

and these things that put us in place,

routines, slightly forming into protocol for standard living.

even in dreams, free thought has been replaced,

with things resembling pre-programmed ideas.

 

but into digression of just the simplest want,

we turn to something that has no direction.

hope, just an excuse to keep following a path,

with no clear conscience, no resemblance to reality.

we just dabble about with our lives as if they were toys.

 

sure we try, until again we're bored.

we come up with something that we think is comfortable.

until again, we're bored, that seems to always be the end.

thats just how these things pan out,

it's not your fault, thats just how these things pan out.

 

have you gone there to live?

or did you go on that walk to fit in with the others?

how much of what you are did you discover on your own?

did it feel right?

do you really fit into your own skin?

 

so come on already, show me what you're made of!

i think you don't really have it in you,

seems to me you're pure candy glass.

shatter in an instant, but you feel no pain.

you've grown distant and careless with ease.

 

have you done all that is necessary?

or did you simply try to complete the simple requirements?

how much this love and hope did you use without any heart?

did it work out in the end?

do you really think you can fool everyone, or just yourself?

 

yet again the breaking point has been put to critical.

and these things that put us in place,

routines, slightly forming into protocol for standard living.

even in dreams, free thought has been replaced,

with things resembling pre-programmed ideas.

 

so i'll continue to try,

and show you what you can really be.

i require no fee, i don't want your word.

i simply want you to listen, take heed squire.

you think you know what i'm going to say,

as if you've really understood anything to begin with.

this is a clean slate, square one for those who really want it,

the ones who are tired of the routines.

 

"you're sick of the day to day?

 follow me, i'll show the world what you're made of.

 you're tired of putting on masks?

 then let's put on a mad grin and step forward.

 you're wanting a new beginning?

 hand me the eraser, i'll grab the chalk.

 you say you're ready?

 then prove it, and come along.

 class is in session."

Author's Note

frustration.

Reviews

"hand me the eraser, I'll grab the chalk" My favorite line of the whole poem, to be honest.
I very much understand your frustration. The economy is going down, we're going down...Hell, polar bears are drowning, and California looks like it's about to wash away into the sea these days.

And happy birthday. Or belated birthday. I don't know how long you've had your status up for.

[Tony]

I've only read this the one time - before we had our conversation about it. I'm kinda glad I didn't re-read it then because I have a much better understanding of it, having let my mind digest the first serving for lack of a better analogy. The second stanza is my favorite now, though I still love the repetition of stanza 1 at the 7th.