lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


10 September 2005

38: Speaker

So as she speaks to the world
on her homemade soapbox -
endearing us all with soulful blues,
her words of wisdom are less than enchanting
when she proclaims them to an empty room.

Did you want an audience?
Favouritism plays in our natural daydream.
Our semesters of luck
and the downfall omnipresent.
the silver lining's been repainted,
renovated to lose all meaning
because tradition is not an easy trend,
its upkeep is atrocious.
Why stay back and watch the rest evolve, like a passenger on the freights?
Observers aren't enemies — we're the burning lights.