loucura

the words that are said
are predictable and disputable
the pen trumps the sword
but what do we progress toward?

going forward what is the goal
what should we yearn to seek?
so much of how we think is shaped and is bleek
so now we have moments
but people still seek instant gratification without prudence
can we fix it? who can do it?
who can chew the seared portion of life
when so many struggle with strife
fear precipitates into our lives like precipitation
as we wonder why we face such castigation

society has cast a net that feels like stone
burning from epidermis to bone
when our legitimate feelings are shone
we see the struggle in developing the skills we seek to hone

minds cluttered and disheveled
when level-headed becomes a state of imbalance
minds moving in a state of physical stagnation
connected but hectic, love and peace fade away