A 3 HOUSE SATURDAY
 

Just another one started,
it began as all the rest,
not once could I imagine,
this could be the real test.

The snakes and snails inch along,
inching along the ground of earth,
never stopping along the journey,
to question their true worth.

Worlds of negativity,
on a true collision course,
can it ever be won by reason,
or is it always only brute force.

Losers and naysayers all,
to burn down hopes and dreams,
squirming along with a smile,
not caring what humanity even means.

Reality like a ton of bricks.
snapping you out of a deep, deep fog,
getting your attention loud and clear,
like just falling off a log.

Handshakes and hugs,
everyone is sure your friend,
smiles and best wishes,
what a wonderful blend.

Losers and naysayers all,
ready to burst your balloon,
who your friends really are,
you'll know all too soon.

Who is really in charge,
of all and of who you are,
if you don't ever make the discovery,
you're like a bug in a jar.

Being in control,
of your time and space,
don't let yourself falter,
life is in it's place.

Come to your senses,
know where and what you are,
don't give up the command,
find that shining star.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
November 19, 2001