Will we be?

Reflective

 

 

I remember when consciousness was predominant,

I recall when getting shot at was not heroic,

I miss those days when people weren't afraid to be themselves,

Because frankly the best you can be is you.

 

Ferocious winds will definetely erode some values,

Will we be like that oak that didn't erode in value,

Despite the storms,whirrlwinds,droughts alike,

The beauty kept despite this is what I like.

 

Or will we be like that broken down temple,

That now stands as an ailing cripple,

Acting as a reminder of could have beens,

When will we get to be a 'I have been'??

 

So maybe rhymes,metaphors and symphonies,

Won't be understood by those phony cronies,

But atleast I'll have tried,to make an impression,

Don't let yourself not be,that's real oppression.