Watching the Inevitable
Creeping, crawling, gnawing at the truth
Turning spits of reality
From underneath my feet,
Logrolling becomes a survival skill.
Vines and tendrils bring the messages
Something’s ’bout to change
bits, oh bits, in stunted time
My hands grasp at impulses
My eyes glaze in brooding
Despite the void rendering me vagrant, I fight.
Composure still my aim
I try control, refuse the blame
For odd phrases, peculiar looks emitting from me
Instead, respectfully expecting you
To listen kindly, nod your head, and move along your path
The me that’s changing
The me that’s altered.
At last, I recognize forces at work
Penetrating the veneer I’ve contrived for less time than I think
For this is a tale of switching
Churning, turning, converting
A temporary setup.
Turning on my heel to leave,
The door withheld
A descent into solemnity
The only truth.