STUPID CLOUD #2

We tell ourselves we like not having a choice

that we do what we do because we have to,

everybody does. We insist upon it!

We know as children we learned to deny what we truly want

in order to avoid the pain of not getting it. Remember?

We pay pros to convince us we can do no better.

We repeat it to ourselves in mantras of song

Greed gremlins who lick their chops

rub their hands together

laugh their asses off

They see us play along

We dance on cue to a tune played by a non-existent

piper, then

we pay somebody else to get

our kicks for us.

We serve an unseen master

give it names but have no idea how close it is, the bastard

its allure seems irresistible

we listen, charmed, as if...

Who are we?

That mirage told us in secret we had to stand by while

they stole something we didn't need and covered it up.

We went along.

And we have been going along since at a quickened pace.

We are the rabble that watches. But

who are we really?

We are like a lost bunch.

With a map to paradise that we believe to be the true one

who want to go there

but who do not know where we are

so for us the map

is useless

So, instead of going to the trouble of finding out where on that map

we are we just pick any road and follow it and forget the destination.

We know as children we learned to deny what we truly want

in order to avoid the pain of not getting it. Remember?