See what you must see.
Do what you must do.
There is no escape
from this interlude.
While away the days
living life subdued.
Make it all make sense,
but everything is skewed.
Like trying to sleep
on the rolling ocean.
Nothing in this world
seems certain.
Even all the people,
every person,
divided and excited
as things worsen.
Wasn’t it nice to be
free from the opinion machine?
Weren’t we so free
when we had some anonymity?
Now, it’s like we’re clowns,
trapped in a circus burning down,
and all around, the crowd
cheer louder as the flames gain ground.
Subtlety seems like something
lost upon our introduction.
Claim the field
and claim the facts
and hope the truth falls in your lap.
Stumping for some higher function,
giving everything for nothing.
Mocking the juxtaposition,
depopulate the opposition,
then deny you do it when they ask.
Don’t you see,
all the monsters wearing masks.
So easily
distracted and denied.
Excised,
reprogrammed
and reassigned.
Becoming the plague
they pushed on you.
There’s no escape from this interlude.
See what you want to see,
but do what you’re told.
It’s obvious
who’s really in control.
Just relax,
you never really owned
anything,
even your soul.
Now, fall in with the patrol.
Off to war we go.
Do what you must do
to change what happens
after this interlude.
It’s all up to you.
Expect to self-rescue.
HG – 2022