We give away our agency
When we perceive our lives with urgency
Approaching every day like an emergency
Not providing ourselves the courtesy
To strive for any amount of normalcy.
We go about our tasks with fervency,
Having zero amount of conservancy.
We accept this “staying busy” with complacency.
Allowing our souls an existence of vagrancy.
Rather we gift to our heads the regency
To continue the madness and lead the insurgency
While numbing ourselves with hard- earned currency.
Perhaps we require a state of dormancy.
To process our lives with greater absorbency,
To offer our souls and bodies clemency,
To break this work addicted secrecy.
We deserve a modicum of peaceful decency,
Paying ourselves with acts of simple courtesy.
We get to elect in our own lives the role of papacy,
Choose for ourselves that which has saliency.
It is, perhaps, time for the counter -insurgency.
Before we contract a cultural pleurisy.
Our heads can bow to our hearts for coherency.
The need for this is clear, in all its transparency.
I will risk it to say, that I believe in its inerrancy.
Ducit Amore 