Rivers and Fountains

Fountains of the lukewarm, we drink each day. 

Tepid coffee, morning exchanges, countdown’s until Friday. It’s barely 9 in the morning on Monday and the target is to get to the end of the week. Another end. 

Time, time is constant, I’ve been told. How come some days can feel so fleeting while others can seem so slow?

The world is in a state of entropy.

The earth is forever in motion, but the people living upon this orb are self destructive and cruel. 

Rivers of surrender, race through these halls, ceding to frames of control. 

We stay because we have no choice, we stay because…

We “because” until we wake up one day and are told to leave. 

We have bills to pay and people who need the money we earn, more than they actually need us. We lift our glasses and toast to health, omitting success is akin to serving a false narrative of fleeting euphoria. 

Can you understand that we are not going back? 

Can you fathom the invisible ghosts that engulf and slowly destroy any sense of spiritual growth or hope we once clung to?

They say, they say, “they”  recite a list of rationalizations which try to soften the blow of never measuring up to who we once thought we would be and forgetting the times we have succeeded.