I Always Wanted To Be A Storyteller
And Weave Fleeting Fancies Of Fantasy Together
From Grandiose Gestures To Subtle Subtitles And Convenient Conjecture
A Moment A Pause A Break
A Tale With No Expectations Just An Escape
But Life Had Other Intentions
Far Too Many To Mention
And Now That I Stare At The Ceiling Trying Not To Blink
My Mind Unravels All The Things I Thought I Might Think
I Can No Longer Abide The Notion Of Subdued Neutralization
In Lieu Of Waking Moments That Elude Realization
The Complex Quandary Of Communication
To Be Understood And Fully Understand Absent Exacerbation
I Cannot Simply Converse To Convey The Connections
Of Willful Blindness To Disparity And Oppression
Racism And Bigotry In Times Of Election
Accountability And Culpability Subjected To Deferred Deflection And Dereliction
But I Can Try
While Hordes Of Hate And Villainy Disguise Themselves In Pity
To The Good People Silence Is The Harbinger Of Their Victory
So, I Shall Be Loud And Unencumbered
Even When The Voices Of Reason Are Outnumbered
The Strafe Of Ignorance Stains Our Mediocrity
The Only Solution Is Joining The Rhetoric In Synchronicity
Blow For Blow
Hit For Hit
I Cannot Just Stand By
I Have To Try
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