Is there a point

Is there a point

To this exercise

When will it be revealed

Scales falling away

Let my blind eyes see

Is there a truth waiting

To prove itself worthy

Of the name

How many times

Will the same lies be told

Before we ask different questions

Cure the world of the madness

Of repetition

With a simple reboot

Turn it off

Then switch it on again

It will surely change

The irregularity

Of a stable personality

Wielding power

It is only a madcap

Who will laugh at its own execution

Finger me for absolution

Isn’t that what they all say

On the sloping deck

Of a sinking ship

This is no hotel

Change your own sheets

Make your own bed

It is yours to lie in

Enjoy it while you can

There is a dawn chorus

It will bring an early

Morning call

To help us on our way

At the beginning

Of every new day

Perhaps there will be

Different answers

To the old questions

We have yet to ask

A memory store

We have yet to find

Unconsciously

Collective

If you hold up a mirror

You will see

It is effective

It is reflective