All That I Need To See

 

I see all that I need to see

In the sea of faces

In places like this.

Moving to music;

Swaying to rhythms

And musical rhyme

Sublime times

Yet fickle in their fleeting moments

Snapshots of reality;

In a world of adaptable morality

I’m free,

Yet chained by social convention

And the retention of set-in ways

Days spent in dazed acceptance

But all I see

Is apathy and acrimony

A bitter-sweet dichotomy

From which, right now

I choose to flee.

12-10-2001