There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We’ve said all there is to say.~Tom Petty
Consider the moon. Magnetic control
until we matriculate, feel the sole
source beyond the solar system. Our goal
to say enough! Reclaim, regain our soul.
I know these words might irk; the usual
suspects–meanings perverted, heavy, full
of propaganda and political
mal-intent. Let’s jump into potential
like a baby, attuned to the sky clock
stepping free from all of the false constructs.
What day is it anyway, as we mock
the attempts to corral the sheepish flock.
Here I am to save the day! In my own
peculiar way. Break another phone.
Electrified. You can’t track how I’ve grown
awake, I see I’ve never been alone.
Inspired by Matriculate, Baby, Enough!, Usual, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: What day is it, anyway?, the current breakdown of the ancient control systems on the planet and my favorite live version of Break Down as the crowd jumps in and Tom Petty warns, “You’re gonna put me out of a job.” Here’s to the new earth and all the new ways of being–and farewell to all the old jobs that no longer serve the whole!