standards

 STANDARDS

Planned it, standard for procedure

That peaked your interest, listed and listen

Like i’m a snake with ears like an elephant

Cant tell if it be a curse or a blessing 

To know it all, at once a breathing being

Feeling like i’m trying too hard

Maybe i should back and let everything unfold

In front of my sight

As long as  i have it, will it be the best

But i, can’t trust my vision for ages ago

What’s in front of me and what i know

Different things indeed, steed of a gallop

Hall of marching standards, 

Masters to slaves, i brought you a clue about you

And probably gonna regret it

Soon as i turn the corner, the mourner is not you

It’s true, but it’s a loop of unconscious decisions

Permissions granted from the fuming “bring-on”s

That clouded the tinctures, once brought to

Cure the folly of the holy and

The rotting of the lonely 

Now moreso used for regret, regression of sorts

More amplified towards the many that beat the hungry

The faking of standards

That once brought us peace but now

Clouded judgment that sways in a direction

Of wrong politics

Falling on the risk of a part of a play of life

That should never be displayed

Just locked in privacy, awaiting exposure

But now out in the open it’s poison

It’s given in too high of a dosage

Focus on it is strong, soaking in the pleasure of once

Has become a thing of the past now

Right away is the right way

And slight delay is given the stink eye

How dare patience be a part of the equation?

Lazy particles of the brain on display

Lay it on me and relate

Give the story and persuade

Conjure up the glory of connection 

And do it until we all burst of over exposure

There will be nothing left to fix

When the unfixable parts come into play

At the end of the day we sway to the plot

And forget the development setting only for the most

When less gives a bitter kiss that rises expectations

Unknown to all, that  cages are what hold us

Invisible traitors of ourselves.