October 8th, for 7th

Room for inevitable errors

 I mistaken forgot to write this Saturday, which is bound to happen as with any hobby. Soooo, I pick up where I left off.

This poem-like prose is about how much power a group of people posses. It's about the propelling force of a sanction or asset. At the same time, it's also about the limits of said force, from where power is concentrated. 

Challenge not Baggage

The world spins fast, so fast & there's no stop

How convincing it is, to leave just a few on top

Who are we to question new word new order

Only to find out we've elected old power

Not like being frail, just naive

Dilettantes for life, just not when we need

We challenge books, words, love, fear

Here it goes again, so accept this, just accept this

If it what you want, a choice or a compass

We've got power of most power

How we use it doesn't matter

But it does yes it does

Just where do we throw it?

Written October 8th