Friday Pantoum

One day I will know
Or perhaps I won’t care
Spider webs don’t glow
The people just stare

Or perhaps I won’t care
I watch myself talk
The people just stare
Teeth become chalk

I watch myself talk
Spider webs don’t glow
Teeth become chalk
One day I will know

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Living Uncertainty

Wearing clothes someone else has made
Eating food someone else has grown
Living in a home someone else has built

Does this feel like your life?
Do you feel in control?
How can you be sure this is freedom?
You can’t go wherever you want.
You can’t do everything you want to do.

You were taught algebra and grammar.
You learnt about wars and the achievements of dead people.
You weren’t taught how to live beyond the confines of walls.
Or if life were possible out of reach from satellite connections.

We are supposed to be advanced.
We are the human race that knows ever square inch of earth.
What are we without our guns, our computers, our armour?
We are delicate and defenceless.
Our skin blisters under the sun.
We bleed at the scrape of rock.
We are blind in the dark.

The truth is there is no truth.
We send rockets into space in hope something out there gives us an answer.
In the meantime, we try to cope with the overwhelming fear.
The fear of the unknown.
Or the fear that we will never know.