Mantra was looking for something this week. She refused to sing because she is loath to repeat herself. She suggested a gyroscope.
Meeting new people often gives us the impression they are a new breed in the race. Specifically, the new person is a different variation on the personality spectrum we have yet to have encountered.
Until we get really close and realize, this person is precisely like others we have met, merely moreso.
You have met this person who takes irresponsibility to all-new lows. Nothing is ever her fault; his path is predestined to end in a flaming crash. You have the unmitigated “pleasure” of the endless renditions of how and why this person is perpetually a victim of “circumstance”, without the slightest hint of admission the “circumstance” is actually “consequence”.
Mantra suggests a Gyroscope to clear up the misconception for all parties involved.
It’s not a curve in the road.
Straight as an arrow, it is.
For too long, you’ve claimed it’s not.
Grab a gyroscope and look.
Will you claim the scope is bent?
You are veering back and forth,
Like bumper cars run amok,
Tying the world in a knot,
Only to claim victimhood
For garnering fair judgment.
The gyroscope is not bent.
You live to create turmoil
And strife where once there was not
Anything less than accord.
You hate peaceful contentment.
In your petty jealousy
No satisfaction is derived
From savoring what you got
Because you are so convinced
Of limelight entitlement.
Scenery along the road
Can only be viewed when you
Stop being something you are not.
Fulfillment is inside you
Crushed in contrived entrapment.
Are we truly victims of circumstance or rightful recipients of consequence? How can we tell the difference and show it to others?
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If you have enjoyed this poem, you may well enjoy Mantra’s other offerings in her Book of Shadows.