Puppeteers, and puppets.
Could you be the controller?
Or the vessel spewing the echoes of another beneath your puppet strings?
Crazy conspiracy theorists...
Doomsday preppers, bouncing off the walls of their bunkers.
I've heard each of them. . .
The “men on the high horse.”
And the guys who knock them off like little Humpty Dumpty.
Where could the king's horses and men be?
Out to lunch I see.
Fear mongers, fearful abiding citizens.
Those stepping outside their trying ego to say no to fear.
Bravery.
Those serving justice, get shot down daily.
Leaving behind fat shoes to fill...
And who can fill them better than the last?
Oh, how sparse, I see the people who try to discern others.
The people of “acceptance.”
True “two-sides of a coin” types.
And they’re tossing it to see more.
Reflect on this when you make what you see as a static statement.
A message for the messengers:
Be flexible, try bending to fit for once.
