Written by Jacob Ibrag
Hold on tight when the lights go off. Imagination roams
through the minds of the silenced. With a snap of a finger,
the speechless unveil their manifestations. Role reversal.
Creations find new homes when the powers get converted.
It’s not an uprising, call it a renaissance. The top hats upstairs
had their fun. Never did it stretch out to everyone. Modes
of speech used to be rejected, the only expression came from
their rhymes and paintings. Its always the story, oldest of its
kind. What goes up must come down. After a time, the whole
system gets shifted. Equilibrium. Eventuality is greater than
precautionary avoidance. We each get a taste of the high life,
just don’t waste it. When’s it gone, it’s forever. Yet forever
doesn’t last. It’s a lifetime, until you’re born again. Strife
infected, reject it. Strive, no regret. Take it.