Imagine walking into a building
Being the true gentleman that you are
a door for a strange lady
Who just exited from her parked car
within a few moments
Feeling aggravated disdain
From people working in that cold glassy place
fear, comfort, loathing and pain.
There within that moment
light banter… no purpose at all
Is politics rightfully man’s
True rise and tumultuous fall?
Or is it the
other way around
Pondering man’s indecent descent
To argue right or wrong to the death if need be
No winner over pride’s intent.
I look back on the conversation now
I had the other day
She jokingly said she was a Druid
As a cute reaction of pray.
I mused, "If politics were a religion
Then why can’t we all just get along?"
guess rolled out and about
Amongst the den of ears, a throng
disagreeing to disagree
On semantics of WHO was in charge best
She claimed women ran it before Christianity
I retorted, “Ah Hah! That’s the cause of THIS mess!”
I never went in that building
Never dared open that particular door
Never had that conversation with that lady
these thoughts before
Imagine I'm not going blind...
might never comprehend
That two stranger’s imaginations
Could touch and possibly become friend
But for just imagination’s
To jump obstacles and find
Without the freedom to imagine
Tis what I mean to convey.