A Story.

A Story

This is a story about commerce.

The light was in the window of

A tall skyscraper.  A man was spinning

A web of lies, telling secrets no one should

Tell-that he didn’t love his wife or his family,

That he didn’t even want to work.  He wanted

To be a prizefighter and earn money selling

Beer to local teenagers, who are trapped in

This thing called “school,” trapped in loveless

Friendships, trapped in fighting at home.

Perhaps he thought he was helping them.

Sometimes there is no way out except to

At least try to help yourself, becoming better

Than what you were yesterday, and sometimes

There are ways to make reality appear a little

More appealing, that the difference between

Being popular and having friends is like

Throwing a penny in a fountain.  The reality

Of life is this:  everything is temporary,

Some things are nocturnal, like bats,

Who live in their bat caves and have their

Bat lives, so unconcerned with the rest of

The world.  That is how I would like to be:

Totally immersed in my surroundings,

Swept away by the tide.