Friday, December 4, 2015

Status quo

Confined defined soledly in the grip of
The status quo
routine and convenience
Are the mortar that quickly hardens 
Into the years of my life
Consistency - security - reliability
  Fooled by the seeming sameness of 
Each instant
Forgetting or ignoring that one of these nows has a land mine buried in it
A 4 mm blood clot or an oncoming truck
Or just the slow creeping death of senility
I can hunker down and pretend that the next Second 
Will be the same as the millions that have preceded it
It probably will be but one day this bizarre pageant will qualitatively change
Enter stage right,stage left Or a bullet from the audience  
And my little performance will be complete 
Or maybe the start of a whole new adventure 

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