Feeding On The Friction

-Feeding On The Friction-
by
Keaton Foster



Resistance
A futile derivative of living
A life worth living
Smoke and mirrors
Mundanely archaic
Yet, we, you and I
Continue to fight the system
Burning down bridges
Laying waste to ideas
Dismantling truths
Tinkering with each piece
Seeing, knowing, understanding
Never to fear
The implications of such knowledge
Ignorance has been known
To be the crux of our condition
So we further study each detail
Each piece of was once whole
Only when we are sure
Only when we are ready
Do we build something new
A different perspective
An even more clever case of misdirection
Easily many are fooled
Most of all you and I
For a time we believe
For a time life seems livable
And unquestionably real
We want to be here
In this place
In such a present state
Those who we profess to love
Visa a vis our connections
And outward bound afflictions
Stand quite close
Equal fools
Complicate in every way
Playing along with the charade
They benefit from all that we are
You and I don't blame them
How could we ever
Our hands are too stained
Judgment by the judgmental
Serves absolutely no purpose
We all
Both you and I
Are feeding on the friction
Of our tedious predicament
The grind is how we survive
The act of getting from
One moment in time to the next
Is all that we have to call ours
A universal front of resistance
A predicament made acceptable
By the choices all of us make
And the ones all of us refuse
We take apart what stands in our way
We dismantle the monuments of our ways
From such destruction comes something new
Something that we can deal with
Something that allows us to cope
Feeding on the friction
Of our resistance to accept the truth
Is in part what lets us know
That we are still alive…


Feeding On The Friction
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.