waves

Working for the man

He drives the ship

Guides the way

Herding the cattle

Steering their horns

Not because they want him to

He maps the course

Which we all think is nice

Until

He turns away

Snickering to himself

Gently patting the others backs as they fall

Picking them up

He sticks his foot out

As they tumble down again

Feeding them to satisfy their pains

But starving their souls

Squandering their pride

Laughing in my face

Everyone silently

Creeping around as to not disturb his slumber

Kissing his hands and feet

Worshiping the nothingness that deserves their praise

Like a sea with no relent

Inconsistent as the days

We go in and out again

Like déjà vu stuck in a box

Slaving away with the rest of the world

Where strengths don’t matter

And neither do fears

Love surely forsaken

As it is made a fool

Everyone forgets the goal

When the journey is put to shame

No man is an island

Unless he chooses to be

And choose he does

The way of the lonely hunter

Community continues somewhere else

And together we crumble

Slaving away for the man