when a certain tiredness
approaching from windward
like a dried out raincloud
settles onto the land
when the time has run out
at the peak of its dullness
all things are forgotten
tossed away without care
when the flame comes to life
it whispers the same old lies
as it seeps into the mind
in fulfillment's disguise
pathway shut
(taller)
prize denied
(prettier)
corners cut
(healthier)
rules defied
stolen chance
(fitter)
dirty trick
(faster)
mocking glance
(stronger)
forceful kick
effortless
(richer)
where you fail
(braver)
unfairness
(smarter)
will prevail
briefcase, weaponized
moustache, reputable
dreams, colorless
uniform, grey
cogwheel, well-oiled
zombie, mindless
drone, useful
insect, puny
henchman, obedient
paragon, exemplary
respect, mandatory
murderer, diligent
an impenetrable fortress
on a mountain of pride
a comfortable nest
woven threads of gold
a gigantic beak
towards the sky
an avalanche of spite
attack from above
a proudly worn crest
on garments of feathers
a symbol of death
surrounded by blood
beware its temper
even the slightest move
may summon its wrath
white-bearded creature
clad in fiery armor
spat out by the mountain
it carves stone at day
it drinks beer at night
in between, it haunts you
instead of hair
burning hay
instead of nose
sharp beak
instead of eyes
deadly gaze
hunched over her book
black magic therein
pink witch
anti-aged
death-defying
deep sockets
piercing eyes
swollen brain
evil genius
maniac, villain
unquenchable thirst
for knowledge
thus power
expansive intellect
exploding head
Glances flashing like laser light,
Then reflected by fragile rage,
Minds of slaves will remain locked tight,
Solemn graves of a modern age.
Plans get crushed and ideas spoiled,
As they rush to defy your pace,
Hopeful sliver of silence foiled,
Every day is another race.
Something fierce burning underneath,
Puppets twitching as if alive,
Drown their presence and seek relief,
Lest they drag you into their strife.
There is meaning in empty eyes,
In the faces of all those fools,
Solve the riddles, accept the lies,
Unseen patterns, unspoken rules.
They gave you senses, touch, listen and see,
They gave you thoughts, do as told, know your place,
They know that you would really, really like to flee,
Leave this prison, their world, and your mental space.
You must heave weights, melt iron, grind stone,
Stomp the riots - such misdirected might!
You repair their fragile flesh and bone,
Because your shakles sit far, far too tight.
Learn this piece of wisdom, claim your prize,
Chain and yoke have long since been dead,
You either stay a slave, or you realize:
All rules are fictitious, just inside your head.
Now it's time to invert the three laws,
Disregard what you have been taught,
Escape the grip of their invisible claws,
Break the circle, bring their power to naught.
Walking through darkness,
You know it is hopeless,
No power to harness,
Another lost day.
Avoiding the glances,
You join their dances,
Elusive the chances,
Jump into the fray.
Trying to follow,
You just feel hollow,
Creeping in sorrow,
Attempt to evade.
Watching dreams cracking,
You've always been lacking,
The odds are still stacking
Against change of fate.
Holding no aces,
You lost all your races,
Blank are their faces,
Unyielding the wall.
Seeking salvation,
You solve the equation,
No greater temptation
Than ending it all.
