A look into the life of Warren Davis

The idea of free thought

Another fabled event fades
Each year loses some of the joy
Simply seeming as if this is a decoy
From lavish gifts to equal trades
We've transitioned over two decades

Certainly not terrible
Indeed we're far from it
Just blander than I'd care to admit
Shirts that are hardly wearable
Let's just see if there's a movie on cable

One day the childish joy will return
Although, I still have some doubt
But what will bring that day about
Perhaps my spouse will be my concern
Or my kids receiving more than they earn

Time will tell...

Shh, quite now, quieter still
Each passing moment, perusing by
Decibels of ambient noise rise exponentially
Bodies squirm, moved by unkempt thoughts

The peace will be broken soon
Fragile glass falls, shattering
Nudged gently off the shelf
No accident, certainly not

Who could blame
Who wouldn't want to shatter it
The daunting, horrendous peace
Leaving nothing to gleam but self-reflection

Swept quickly under the rug
No one will miss what gems might have been
Turn the music back up, louder still
Here the processed thoughts of others
Rather than our own dark light

The radio comes on,
Moving from static to the latest con,
All my thoughts, my revelations
Promptly dissipate, unwilling to compete with the constructed noise.

The beautiful imagination and visions of childhood
Now far gone, unwilling to be coxed out
Possibly now further than the stars that once inspired them
Creativity and these beautiful images
Now constructed for me with all their hidden motives and ideas
Seamlessly woven in
How did we get here
And more vitally, how the hell do we get back
Unsure whether to be angry
sad, depressed, confused, mourning, frustrated, pissed off, moved
motivated, energized, relaxed, or maybe just a disgusting blend of it all
Now yelling and cursing inside my mind
Any more action simply feels like a waste of breath
The very essence of life
So where do we, do I, go from here
Chained together by injustice
By being prodded and branded like cattle
But simultaneously bound even stronger by the immobilizing grip of apathy
So what now? Where from here?
To lay down in these artificial communities
On our softly engineered grass
Or to break free to where we once were, but barely know
To charge through the sharp tearing barbed wire of harsh realities
Towards an unknown freedom
Or gently lay our heads on our soft, conforming pillows of apathy...