Idiots And Cliffs

In our minds

Where we find solace

In the illusion,

Where moments

Etch to lifetimes

Without intrusion,

How in the hell

Did we end up

On the street

In the midst

Of a mindless

Blob of a mob,

Protesting whatever

The loudest idiot screams,

Driven towards the cliff

By unknown, unseen horsemen.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “So Here We Are”

8:48 AM May 13, 2017