Footsteps Of Parental Souls

Footsteps Of Parental Souls
© Surazeus
2025 11 12

No lonely orphan clutching broken clock 
forgets bus schedule to the school and back 
except when ravens laugh about mad clown 
who dances high on ringing telephone 
to steal demonic wings of fortitude 
when scolded to improve their attitude. 

Persona we daily wear must be fake, 
orphans never explain to the proud woke 
who sell their bodies to the corporate king 
after programmed to perform right for wrong 
at well-paid jobs adjusting pulchritude 
they sell in stores as packaged platitude. 

Their parents haunt them as the holy ghost 
whose shadows hide dark secrets of the past 
so they design image of God to match 
bitter experience purchased by the rich 
as stories of life on the silver screen 
composed through artificial dream machine. 

Trapped by type of human character trope 
assigned to them by name scrawled on the tape, 
they mythologize random life events 
based lamely on religious precedents 
which scale their progress in the Holocene 
shaping how they play the most tragic scene. 

All people become orphans in the end 
when their parents dissolve into the land 
and leave them stranded on the signless road 
till special features of their faces fade 
in restless wind that whistles over hills 
while they figure out how to pay the bills. 

Our bodies transform shape through each new birth 
till I wake in mist by the Firth of Forth 
after walking one hundred thousand years 
to find where the sun is born from the stars 
when I follow footsteps of parental souls 
who disappear before I reach my goals. 

Whether my father guides path of my life 
by teaching me how to keep my heart safe, 
or I wander alone without sage guide 
in search for wisdom of the singing toad, 
I find the stranger glowing in my eye 
who helps me create life before we die. 

We merge our separate spirits in new soul 
to weave our alien brains in dreaming whole 
which incarnates immortal soul of genes 
so we evolve from fish to god machines 
as wingless angels feasting in the hall 
while global empires we build rise and fall.