Who Program Their Own Fate
© Surazeus
2018 07 17
The way we hide our sorrows in the play
of archetypal characters on stage,
to display before eyes of cameras
secrets we prefer to hide in proverbs,
reveals the formulas of active rules
that guide complex processes of behavior
strung tight in tense wires of electric hope.
My hair is falling out as I grow old
even though the preacher has not yet sold
enough shares to the afterlife to buy
billion-dollar jetplane to rule the sky.
The way we push ourselves forward in space
to race each other through weird maze of wealth,
which activates illusions of the mask
painted by memories no one dares to claim,
conceals the formulas we might employ
to gain huge success in pyramid scheme
collapsing in financial ruin of the state.
My eyes can see beyond the veil of time
even though the fashion model will rhyme
love poem in short simple lines to express
complicated passion for happiness.
The way we know what we want to perform
in wordless program of action now starts
second phase of expansion beyond walls
of heaven abandoned by all lost souls,
urged by ambition to build paradise
of privacy somewhere in rugged mountains
where no one can encroach our liberty.
My hands transform wood into wagon wheels
even though the arrogant craftsman steals
design for the world I drew on the sand
because the living claim right to this land.
The way we choose to believe fantasy
of powerful god who created all things,
yet demands adoring love from our hearts
or he will punish us for our free will,
exposes absurd nature of religion
where priests demand money to buy salvation
then feast while the faithful work in factories.
My body crumbles into cloud of dust
refracting sunlight through mute rainbow mist
even though the thief who plays king of fools
seems to thrive for now on breaking the rules.
The way we narrate tales of noble heroes
who defy the tyrant with greedy fists,
to inspire timid children locked in cages
when they fled gangs of thieves with laughing guns,
spotlights how we wander in maze of lies
till blinded Samson pushes down all pillars,
causing our civilization to collapse.
My brain weaves atoms in galactic threads
so models of the world glow in our heads
so before we die we reincarnate
in wise children who program their own fate.
© Surazeus
2018 07 17
The way we hide our sorrows in the play
of archetypal characters on stage,
to display before eyes of cameras
secrets we prefer to hide in proverbs,
reveals the formulas of active rules
that guide complex processes of behavior
strung tight in tense wires of electric hope.
My hair is falling out as I grow old
even though the preacher has not yet sold
enough shares to the afterlife to buy
billion-dollar jetplane to rule the sky.
The way we push ourselves forward in space
to race each other through weird maze of wealth,
which activates illusions of the mask
painted by memories no one dares to claim,
conceals the formulas we might employ
to gain huge success in pyramid scheme
collapsing in financial ruin of the state.
My eyes can see beyond the veil of time
even though the fashion model will rhyme
love poem in short simple lines to express
complicated passion for happiness.
The way we know what we want to perform
in wordless program of action now starts
second phase of expansion beyond walls
of heaven abandoned by all lost souls,
urged by ambition to build paradise
of privacy somewhere in rugged mountains
where no one can encroach our liberty.
My hands transform wood into wagon wheels
even though the arrogant craftsman steals
design for the world I drew on the sand
because the living claim right to this land.
The way we choose to believe fantasy
of powerful god who created all things,
yet demands adoring love from our hearts
or he will punish us for our free will,
exposes absurd nature of religion
where priests demand money to buy salvation
then feast while the faithful work in factories.
My body crumbles into cloud of dust
refracting sunlight through mute rainbow mist
even though the thief who plays king of fools
seems to thrive for now on breaking the rules.
The way we narrate tales of noble heroes
who defy the tyrant with greedy fists,
to inspire timid children locked in cages
when they fled gangs of thieves with laughing guns,
spotlights how we wander in maze of lies
till blinded Samson pushes down all pillars,
causing our civilization to collapse.
My brain weaves atoms in galactic threads
so models of the world glow in our heads
so before we die we reincarnate
in wise children who program their own fate.
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