Be advised, this may be only the first part of this little philosophical poem/story/outpouring of inner thoughts...

                                         “ESCAPE”

It is natural for a poet’s mind to study the concept of today’s struggle for impunity

What causes the masses to hack at the reins of tradition?

But then turn about-face and yearn for the “good old days”?

Inwardly, they seethe and boil with desires for power and wealth

Outwardly, they display little or no initiative, nor intimation of such covetousness

In contentment breeds discontentment, so read the papers

Those with the most to protect straight forth jeopardize this privilege

Lost in the labyrinth of concurrent confusion, the ova of wisdom is often fertilized

By the seed of genius injected through a light infiltrating the stygian pessimism of despair.

This same light may, as dispensed from a pulpit or altar by a successful purveyor of thought – an entity more capable of probing the human soul than any, save one.

It may filter through the intense writings of an historic philosopher, one who, while writing, was seeking the ultimate in expression of his own true pursuit.

Then again, it may be absorbed through this torture of a major personal loss, for there is no quicker awakening to the emolument of life…

To be continued...EVENTUALLY!        *ED*