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Fool the Ferryman

Friday night and the vibe’s cool

I’m not a fool to this

Nor new to the flirting banter;

To eye contact;

Nor to reactions hot and cold.

The old act’s a simple pact

Sealed in the way one looks.

A fleeting glance;

A chance encounter

In a noisy mess of sound and smoke

And the hope that life will turn for the better.

Yet, set in our ways

We hide beneath our anonymity

Seeing only failure and rejection as options;

Our only dismal alternatives.

But are they- if we look with new eyes?

If we despise the old

And break the mould of the status quo.

Why owe the ferryman

When his ride’s a breeze.

Lets tease The Reaper.

Its cheaper than his turn-key package;

Cold death and eternal damnation.

In fact, elation’s just a decision away;

A choice to revel in the world of unknown realities;

Content in the certainty

Of significant change.

August / September 2008