Morning Rambles

I cannot but wonder as
to each their every morning
"go". Where to and from, their
history, buckets of fleshy
culture, each moving to their
goal.

Every day the million of this
city rise to dress and stress,
to compete against each other,
trading gold for that eight
hour rest. Each person,
each cell, an organism,
a sphere of influence, sectarian,
rival beasts get up at dawn
and take to the streets.

Strife and fight, pain and sorrow,
we each cast upon one another
in a thousand different ways.
And a thousand more more
voices, sarcastically donned
"common sense", cry out in
horror at this main stay.

And all the evils that surround
us, shouted about and pointed
at, overcast our progress,
filling us with bitterness and
contempt.

But what about the
journey and how far we have
come? Does our failure as
people, and every fault in every
creature, out way all the
good that has been done?

Why do "god" media voices
and our own guilty features
always tells us change must be
faster! On and on! Ever in-
creasing, heightening in forceful
obedience to create a self-
prophesied  social norm.