Everything
is so confusing.
Nothing
in place.
You
want to change your surroundings?
Why?
Different
place, same set of shit and consequences.
Perhaps
being a nomad would make more sense.
Never
staying in one place for too long.
The
perpetual rock and roller whose Bedouin ways keep them on the not so straight
and narrow.
Why
not?
As
long as the tickets keep selling why not stay on the road; no direction home, a
complete unknown.
We
think we don’t make a difference.
We
believe miracles can no longer exist in such well-worn and frayed times.
Understand
that the mystery is what keeps the wheels greased and the ghosts in the machine
satiated and willing to stay out of sight and time out of mind.
When
the shit hits the fan’s shiny blades that’s always the best time to hunker down
because being one of the chosen means you never quit no matter how hot the
desert is or how idiotic the status quo becomes.
It’s
all mind over matter or matter over mind depending on how you choose to look at
things and if you’re willing to go that extra mile no matter the conditions
attempting to erase you.
Charles Cicirella
12/13/15
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