What would our lives
Involve on a planet
We evolved to survive?
Are our current threats
Legitimate concerns, or
Have we grown numb
To the harsh realities
Of survival?
Has luxurious living
Weakened our instincts?
Would we be able to
Adapt and thrive
Or would we be
A cautionary tale
Of the dangers of comfort?
I’ll write you as I please,
A character in my story
Is all you’ll ever be
I’ll make you dance
I’ll make you sing
I’ll make you fall in love with me
When I feel I’m in over my head
I’ll cut your strings, puppet,
And set you free.
Tell me your story
Man on the corner
So relaxed and on ease
Not a penny to your name
Yet no penny taken out of sympathy
Disposed upon you by civilians.
I want to know how you got this way
With skin aged from the fiery sun
And eyes worn from wisdom.
What did they see?
Did they see life flash in front of them?
Or a war between worlds?
I’ve only seen you once
While you contentedly smoked your cigarette
But I’ve heard what people know of you.
Tell me your story.