Motives change at the back of the queue
The fire increases at those pushing through
I look at the river, it makes no complaint
The body’s poisoned with poor restraint
After awakening, that’s where time goes
Screams subside, the mind now knows
Mutant thoughts will be misunderstood
It’s another birth, another childhood
Inspired by a Daily Stoic email about waiting and the story of James Stockdale. The Killing Joke song The Wait popped into my head, so I looked up the lyrics (below) and as you can see, I appropriated half of each line to make a new write.
The Wait – Killing Joke
Motives changing, day to day
The fire increases, mass decay
I look at the river, white foam floats down
The body’s poisoned, got to sit tight
After awakening, the silence grows
Screams subside, distortion shows
Mutant thoughts of bad-mouthed news
It’s just another birth of distorted views
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
