What is the therapy of life?
The perfect mentality which
brings human to human (or to
self) and sets us on the wavelength of success?
Less muscles than usual sends
the frame of the face,
erupting, either gently under boiling
catastrophically, bubbling and burping outward
into unfathomable, continuous
the typical remedy for a lackluster
grind. Is this not simply a cover
up of the symptoms?
A way to ignore the true source
of our failings, we cling to
distraction and distortion of the truth
around us; not
a negative in our lives, just a
misinterpretation of what it truly is,
a want for a good laugh to literally
cure the ailments of
the world. Where,
are the true cures of our time?
What brings out the white blood cells of society,
strengthens them, provokes
them into action against the diseases
fighting to penetrate
us day by day?
I think I will likely continue this poem into tomorrow. I like this concept, but I don’t want this to be too long. You can find out my personal view tomorrow. In the meantime, what do you think? What is the medicine of humanity?