In a silent corner

                                     In a silent corner

 

            Many people in many places, only one watches and wonders how many have a place where the mask is off and they are themselves. Some look at the one and give the look of disgusted probably a crazy one. Never realizing the roads that have been taken were breath taking, love that still is there was more passion than most only dream about. Caught in the net that to build a future is flush dreams away and get sensible. Many losing pieces of their own persona and will be hard to replace, to fill the needs of the grand fear of being the one in the corner. Many think the future is in the palm of the hand that holds the pen. They sign not realizing they also pay the ferryman. They then lose compassion while texting to the best friend shocked when the weak snap and become a plague while defending the undefined right. Few get through this net. Ones who do are casted away in the no future realm. What has the society become? The scary words that many fear to say “I am content on what I do” many fear that thinking progress is a need. To what end though, the pennies and nickels never seem to be enough. Few look from where the one sits and wonders why and how this became the way. Futile is to get others to walk this path. They all have their dead end sidewalks of their causes trying to change a world that will come full circle and change them with anger. One looks to others for no answers sadly no questions. The corner should be loud, this is not the case in a silent corner.