by theOBII
A song for children, I think not
I think we are strange
All of us
Everyone
But that is not the problem
We are afraid of our individuality
So we group and re-group
Into an accepting multitude
Because we won’t stand alone
Or fight alone
That is the problem.
Standing exists only on the strength of them
Whose strength is too fickle for any demonstration
Beyond loud voices, false provocation
And social judgement
We don’t sit either
Sitting says we give in, up and away
Our voices
Our conscience.
So we walk,
Away from it all
Headphones on
Lips sealed and our backs against the truth
We survive another day where we succeed
In a game of pretence
Peek-a-boo!
The rules of this game is to succeed
in seeing how far you’ll get with claiming indifference
Till the problem stands on your front door
Shares your bed
Becomes your children
Touches you like a lover
Where every kiss is the betrayal
you didn’t think would find you
Peek-a-boo!
Headphones on
Lips sealed and our backs against the truth
But for how long?
TheOBII writes here
