Beyond

What can you see today
beyond the grey walls  of order,
beyond the vast sheets of glass,
beyond this caging of your soul.

Do you hear silence above the mechanical din of progress,
or just the mashing and spitting of tortured existence.

Where will your mind escape to.
A moments daydream, snatched from the jaws of grinding drudgery,
to an Eden that persists beyond our efforts to destroy,
to a tree in a forest with leaves dripping with summer rain
and a beauty far beyond the monetary efforts of man to build yet another concrete phallus.
And irony laughs, for the tree is fertile, and the phallus forever barren.

Nobody

I am nobody
I do not have the right
to tell you how to think.

If I were somebody
I would not have the right
to tell you how to think.

It would make me less than nobody.
And I prefer the nobody that I have become.

If you ask me what I do
I will tell you
without expectation of you following blindly.

If I don't like what you do,
I will say
But I will not say you are doing it wrong.

If you ask me for advice
I will give it
And the choice is always yours to act upon it.

I am nobody
and I do not seek your approval