One drop of water
causes ripples
that will radiate out
gaining energy,
releasing potential,
building exponentially
and a tsunami
erases the shoreline.
A butterfly beats its wings
stirring a breeze,
stirring emotion.
Fall, the leaves of the trees
blow into the streets,
abandoned and broken.
Lost, the tempests they rage,
our ship is at sea,
taking on water.
Every single tragedy awaits us
in the chaos after.
We have watched reality betray us.
I guess that means we never understood
like we thought we did.
We were taught as kids,
that two and three are five,
but now it’s more or less;
the problem doesn’t matter anymore.
The smallest beginnings
can build up an empire.
The height of our brilliance
can free fall and catch fire.
The Sun will still rise
on the heathens and believers,
but we still appease them
we’re buying – they’re dealing.
Our vision is clouded,
our minds are distracted,
we don’t see the trick,
we’re too caught in the act
of watching the man on the pedestal lie;
we don’t see the fear in his eyes.
The water drop
will still fall
and we will shortly follow.
The butterfly
will beat its wings
and blow us all away.
We’re obsessed with the ineffectual;
we love to be amused,
but anger and fear
are easier to manipulate
and there’s lots of work to do.
There’s a meaning
with every gesture made.
A sleight of hand
reveals the present age
and chaos is an engine
driving change.
We’ll never be the same.
HG -2016
