Pitter Patter

I've got an itch on my fingertip,

in this digital age the pen lays dormant,

on the mantle as I scramble with my limbs,

pounding nonsense on a flat screen that can't scream,

even if it wanted to it cant see what I mean.

It could never reveal the anguish I feel, in its perfect context

the text seems too innocent to contest,

each T overpowers the I's and the vowels,

like the tower of cowards

overlooking the keys in their hour of valour.

To repeat or cease and falter

is it the former or the latter?

Playing snakes and ladders with laughter

in a manner that counters

everything I've been taught

in a matter of hours.

The blinking line reminds me of a

divide in my mind.

A walls been construct inside

and is subject to the apt approval

of a destructive kind.

Politicians hold the vision

that acts in bad decisions,

and teachers teach us

everything,

except that life's worth living.

That spark that ignites

a bark and a bite,

is under one condition,

that revolution is the only solution that is dark but right.

The confusion starts on a dark scarlet night,

with a conclusion to an illusion that if you must cross that line,

you'll be caught in seclusion while you lose the fight.

But the only light that matters,

from the pitter and patter, the Twitter and the scandals,

is that the battle for freedom comes at an unbelievable price.

When you don't lose sight

the targets life,

so if you shoot upon the moon

but land along the stars,

that's fine.

If you proved to be unmoved

by the boulder on your shoulder,

you can go further with passion

than all the composure in the world.

The words that entice

the wick in the mind,

is under one suspicion

that iniquitous is reserved for the

weak and the blind.

If you please and don't mind

the question is why?

When you mention the tension,

politicians get vicious while

parents feed kids Ritalin

instead of hugs and kisses.

And all the quick fixes that promise untold riches

that leave us dependent

on nothing but simple control switches.

And the screen doesn't need

to see, I'm on the ladder while

the snakes all flee.

The only thing that matters

from the pitter and patter

is we can all make it better

if we just believe.