I don’t want to
do this thing
that I’m about to do.
No benefit
to it at all.
It’ll only be
mitigating a disaster.
Blessed be the eyes that see,
the mind inclined to perceive
a world full of tragedies
and hosts of potential enemies.
I’d be paranoia,
if I believed
anything I see,
half of what I read,
and very little
of any thoughts
influencing me.
Checking my misconceptions
has become routine,
but I get the feeling
it’s just me.
What do I know, anyway?
Want me to go to war
with half-baked ideologies?
Want me to compromise
my whole life
for a fallacy?
I still wonder why
we have to die
for your
more fortunate progeny?
Same answers as before.
Close the door.
I won’t buy what you’re selling me.
You keep escalating
the bylines,
to keep the headlines
on the rise.
Influence is only the design
when the people are the prize.
Keep my head on my
neck and shoulders.
That’s gotta be the goal,
don’t let emotion
cloud the mind.
It’s so easy
to find ourselves swept away.
Guess I’ll have to fight.
Like I ever stopped.
Everything a riot
more often than not.
Keep it on my terms,
learn my fields of fire,
but I know when to hold
steady on the line.
War is not my desire.
HG – 2022
