We’ve been reading too many books
lately. Blatantly, not trying to create
recently. Evidently, we’ve been letting others
absurdly run the story of you and me
in trying to be, when we already are,
freely entrapped within our own systems,
circles, and propriety of competition amongst society.
You can blame society,
but it’s simply you and me
in relation.
You and me, and him and her and them and us.
We’re in this together, now.
Each infinitesimal drop of murky water,
forming, ostensibly, the flood. Not one splash feels
the responsibility,
consequently we blame, and
haughtily criticize, rationalizing it
in our minds.
Lazily, we evaluate others stories, finding frailties,
unaware of the intricately subtle reflection of our own
Imperfection.
-Ryan K. Fuller
This is clear for
This is clear for interpretation and needs no other I liked this poem and indeed this view very much a talented write leaving the mind to reflect on just exactly how much we are comfortable with holding hands with hypocrisy maybe it's too painful to really read our lies lest someone else's criticisms ring true? great work thanks SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."