No Caution Sign Great Enough?

Buy that tub of butter

And the coffee grinder,

Perhaps a new microwave

And of-course a new blender.

And sell yourselves away to make it better;

Ignore

That deep inside of you

Sprouts whole fields

Of wildfire in mania-

Your secret discontent.

And we're growing older now,

Should have left it at the door

Where bags departed

And adventure sprung forth-

Should have left the past behind us,

But it chases us to find

Us

And remind us

Of what we've been running from since

Before we broke it off.

It seems

Like dreams are never pursued anymore.

Sell them away for cheap laminate;

Glossy "fo" wood floors,

And beds

With no guarantees;

That only dream of rings-

Because true fairytales don't happen anymore.

Or you chalk this up to

One this time

Because it's your first

So it should be your last

And that's okay with you

So you bury your head in the sand

Without wincing.

And here

Far away--

These rolling hills-

Upon which I've stood and watched it all-

Scream with agonizing pain!

Turn back!

Not because of my hate or rage

But my sympathy and fear,

For the pool of apathy

You're about to dive into.

It's changed-

All that I felt.

And I kneel beside you,

And weep for you now.

Weep due to your ignorance

And for your innocence-

Which you're contracting away

With your body-

And making it okay,

Because the tub of butter is exciting,

For the newly united

Cake-bakers

And they're burden-drowners

For

Foolish

Lost

Mistake makers.