Drawing swords without reason <br />Swearing aimlessly without result <br />Inventing fear to sell comfort <br />Ignoring truth to buy comfort <br />Something is missed <br />Failing to recognize our flaw but knowing it’s there <br />We manufacture delight, <br />Via shopping malls and dashboard hula dancers <br />Contentment bought in brands and bulk <br />We write new riddles, <br />To forget ones we can’t solve <br />Spiral notebook fortresses <br />Out of sight, out of mind, out of ink <br />We sketch elaborate blueprints, <br />With shiny steel and bright bulbs <br />Bold <br />Pretentious <br />And in perpetual style <br />When actuality charges our sandbag sanctuaries and foxhole houses <br />Plowmen need the work <br />But if it catches us, <br />We draw our swords <br />And start swearing <br /> <br />The fan blade chases the fan blade <br />And like a masochist, restless and bored <br />I can’t stop poking at it<br /><br />Adam Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-long-way-to-nowhere/
