The Platform

I’ve stepped out, and up on a platform;
standing in front of an imposing crowd;
I feel that I can, no longer conform;
and must share my thoughts outloud;

Perhaps, I’m involved in a fool’s venture;
challenging others to think;
I might get a black eye, or gain a denture;
but, I’m still unable to blink.

I don’t really care if you share my opinion;
I just wish everyone would take note;
I sense an evil force claiming dominion;
and wishing to purchase our vote.

Life isn’t at all what it may seem;
into its complexity, we sink or swim;
the thought that says, life is a dream;
might be a good place to begin.

Still, must I stand on one of life’s platforms;
risking, being pushed off on the ground?
Studying about how all reality transforms,
is the platform where fools are found.

But, if a fool such as me, can lead you to think;
then, by others, more truths are discovered;
life, itself, is the water we all drink;
where truth and reality are uncovered.

The platform is the place most promises are made;
like piecrusts; they’re made, to be broken;
all truths and freedoms have totally decayed;
and free thoughts are no longer spoken.