A False Cry

A complete refutation on the whole festival,

oneness, all in it together, illusion just to sell the tickets,

and provide the fake return when really, it’s just an excuse

but who am I to judge when real or fake,

it is naught but the feeling that one finds that makes it true and if it is all feeling,

then reality doesn’t matter and we are slaves to subjectivity

caught by our own assumptions and little picture thinking.

'What you make it' is a false rallying cry to the ones who cannot define,

who can only follow, who cannot see, who can only crawl

into the muck and the dirt and the drowning mess

of the yes yes yes be all one and the same.

It is not for me to linger but you can see oh yes in the refusal

by the ones to look outside, step back,

clap once not twice and maybe out of line

in case you lose yourself to something that is never really there.

Beware its alluring claws, its intoxicating scents,

the sway of its curves that hypnotise your addled mind,

the substances flowing through you, faking out,

leaving you at the mercy of things uncaring and dark.

You are only one and alone, caught in the snare.