Cabin Fever

A Million Stars in the Sky

6-23-03

What to do?
Life rotates circularly.
Beams crashing down on one from infinite angles
will certainly cause confusion.
A smarter man knows when to pick and choose
his vantage points
and his deceptive weaker spots.
How do you know what's best?
You can't believe what you see,
and you can't trust what you're fed on television
is going to satisfy your point of view.
And that, itself,
is not what the conglomerates want you to believe.
They choke the small mouth shut
just so you can hear them tell you
what it is you should live by as "truth".
I spin my wheels furiously in circles,
trying to see everything from the proper perspective.
Medias call me "anti-x" or "bi-partisan"
or for lack of a better term, "wrong".
Every news outlet is owned by everyone of the same ilk;
a year-round summer camp for "proper" populist culture.
I sit in my chair
as the uneasy voice of dissent,
clamoring for a change
while deaf ears program world peace via wars.
I know they feel
that the know-betters know nothing,
because they don't have the corporate sponsorships
backing them up.
I feed off of what I see.
But I want the whole story.
I'm not wishing on a star when I want the truth in news.
I want to connect with something I believe in.
The First Amendment says it's ok for me to ask
for an opinion on what is or isn't happening.
Don't force-feed me. Don't make me happy.
Make me think,
and make me figure things out for myself.
Many options sporting the same slants mean nothing.
I want to see a view I can respect and back
as I would any creed I could create
and stand behind as my own.
Not something that's being pushed on me,
as if I were to be scolded for not adhering to.
I want options and opinions.
I want the democracy I was born into
to start heeding its own jurisdictions and mantras
and let me see that there's another place I can go
to understand the hows and whys
of everything that matters to anyone.