The Past

To tread with ease
in this world diseased
by birth blind we see
what we expect to see
this world as we want it to be
we are bound by paradigm
in our thoughts sublime
in Milton’s garden
or our dreams of Eden
with and without freedom
each walk of life
with joy or strife
truths or contradiction
each bit of fiction
each fiend or victim
each walks to please
Our lights denied….
we are blind in mind
our hearts- unsighted
most walk an easy path
most tread on solid ground
few tread the razor’s edge
few really read the past
pretentious pompous fools
most kiss Shakespeare’s ass
so few will read the past

© 2008 Brian’s Prose