Daniel Freer, Summer 2015
Two Worlds:
One
a World of fire and love and passion
a World where peace is welcomed
but stagnancy is heresy;
The Next
a world of patience and humility
but this world holds still
in a mild state of indifference.
Notice this world holds no love;
this world holds lasting comfort,
rather than small bouts of it
when the World is going your way.
But which World?
which world do you fight for?
the World that will stand next to you
with an iron fist
when the going gets tough,
the World gets going
because tough for one and not for all isn’t fair.
But when love is removed
all that remains is
fire
and passion.
A lethal combination.
And yet there is another world,
not quite available to you
because it isn’t really available to anyone.
[[But is any World really available to you?
if love only comes in spurts;
and on a whim
can be distributed to someone else,
not furtively,
but with intention;
and the love and the fire and the passion you shared
is no longer yours
alone?]]
this world believes in fairness too.
individual fairness
between friends and family
And thus will not offer you special favors
when you really need it.
this world will giggle at signs of passion,
not knowing what passion truly is.
to her, passion
when chosen,
can only lead to misery
and disappointment.
Because passion is powerful.
Often overwhelming.
Will I ever be willing to say I am overwhelmed?
Or shall I take It by the horns?
Drive this World my way?
Doubting every instant that I have the strength,
but taking pride in the fact that I’m still alive.
And how long can I last when
the bullet and the Bull
are all that are standing in front of me?
how long can I last when
the other option
is sitting
on the hot sand
toward the edge of the ring?
with nobody cheering me on?
nobody paying attention
to my aching tooth,
brown and broken and bloody
hanging on by a thread until I spit it out
Out.
Maybe a different Bull.
Maybe a different World.