Society demands we do our best
Striving, trying for the common goal:
The home, the car, the holiday.
Squeezing ourselves into a mould
Shaped by the grey people,
The tax collectors,
The nine to fivers
Caught by fear of failure
In a web of convention.
That is their safety net
Seeking justification
For their insecurities
In the reflection
Of our compliance.
I want to do my worst
To give life all I’ve got
To break the rules,
Twisting them and making sausage dogs
Of their inflated importance…
A Fool with a balloon.
To dive into sunsets
And drink the dawn
From an empty cup,
Laughing in the morning.
Will you join me in a sunrise?
From Life Lines – available in paperback and for Kindle from Amazon
Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author 