Sept. 30, 2019: "Hunter and Prey," by Cycle of Hands

Sep 30

Written By Evalynne Mclaughlin

Another fork in the road

Another sign missing

I’ve been fishing for wishes

Where my quarters were given

Back when I was living

In a situation free from the

Intense pressure of time ticking

Hard to imagine being children

Before the chill of international villains

Infiltrating our fate and stealing

Our collective chance for spiritual healing

Leaving us reeling for cheap thrills

And pills to numb the feeling

I feel like I should be doing more

But all these elevators are feeling more like trap doors

Down is the new up and I can’t muster the muscle

Enough to govern the struggle and put together the puzzle

The pieces are taunting and teasing me

The meanings are fleeting or superficial and weak

Peaks are crumbling in rumbling avalanches speak

Branches and cracking and breaking and there is no

Sign of support or relief to release the stress invading

Find myself

Questioning

All the things

I thought were me

There

Is no way

To find a peaceful day

In this endless maze

Of hunter and prey

The alarm beens going off for so long

But the urgency is completely gone

There is no energy to hold on

To the dawn of an age

That would see us claim a fresh page

Of a new history being made

We’re now face to face

Of all the things gone to waste

Mortified by the slightest taste

Wishing we could reset the stage

And do a second take

But we’re hear and now living within

Our greatest mistake

I wonder if this is what they mean by make it great again

To go back to a blissful state of ignorance

To never question the dirty deeds behind the curtains

To forget about the droughts of morality shaping reality

The truth is rarely convenient, attractive or easy

How many deny that we’re equally guilty

By show of hands who understands their accountability

Better to point fingers than to pledge responsibility