All particles and life are synonomous;
at least it’s what some people think;
the originator of that is anonymous;
“Can you please get me a drink?”
We live constantly in a festive season;
for we think this life’s all that we have;
much of us live life without reason;
and alcohol, becomes our salve.
Serious thoughts, rarely we weigh;
most often we all are phony;
saying what others want us to say;
most words are verbal boloney;
Even when speaking to our best friends;
we often fill the air with lies;
in much conversation, truth suspends;
false rumors are the best surprise.
Oft we make up our best smiley face;
for people we don’t even like;
and to others, we give a warm embrace;
secretly wishing they’d go take a hike.
There are some, like me, who don’t even drink;
but still, we’re not so much better;
truth so tightly constrained, we can’t think;
like we’re wearing a tight fitting sweater.
We say that we’re merely sparing feelings;
as though we are most noble and pious;
but what we’re thinking, would send them reeling;
future friendship, they would deny us.
Why can’t we change; give life it’s true purpose;
learn to love and lift up others around us;
no longer hide truth, neath reality’s surface;
and feel all God’s love surround us.