Options

Self see's self dreaming about our life,

looking through dirty glasses with hardly a smile…
Life's only “option” seems like sliding down

the cruel edge of a rusty jagged knife...

What do we do

with our option’s limitless time?

Ride shotgun security

as someone else’s mime?

You say, “Why…?"

"Why should I take life seriously?”

"I'm mortally wounded by its

lethal and deleterious schemes..."

"I’m a victim of the serrated

edge of someone else’s blade…"

A victim of love;
an option, one of the lowliest grade.

You’re right of course…

Why dream at all?

When all that life seems

as just another’s Bloody Ball?

Options are very interesting...

There's a kind edge to the stiletto's other side...

But you have no inkling,

how to pull out their dirty and bloody blade.

Paths abound,

for eyes that will open…

Paths take focus;

but strangely, they have no sharp locus…

Life’s dirty,

so, drink from the cup…

Never mind cup's edge is dirty and sharp…

Bite off a piece! Swallow, and Divinely sup!

If you’re just an option
in a real life charade;

kindly cut it off...
Remorselessly, kick it to the curb!

Suffering is optional!

Be ruthless! Sweetly slash it off!
Your blade's work is done for now...
What will you do? With your freedom of Self?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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