Conversation

So easy, entertaining, to complain.
Far too lazy to take on the menial work
day by day,
responsibilities of real leadership.
We don’t really want to be free,
to be decent, to be realistic, to be what
we claim to want to be.
So easy to play our habitual games,
ride neurochemical highs, believe
flattering lies. Letting our lives,
your lives, all life unravel, run out of
disguises, numbed from marination
in pain.