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Experience the Rainbow

in times when convenience is ruled a right to pursue
and this onset moreover proclaims vice virtue
there comes resignation to adapt to this curve
for swimming against currents often takes increased nerve
so courage decreases and complacency rules
and it's believed no one contends this except for fools
but what rises stealthily as this day passes on
is what's deemed enlightenment never returns to its dawn
it continues its march onward belied as light
even as day presses towards oncoming night
shouting return? no way! that's not the fill of the fight
but you're finding security fades and mistrust is the norm
just how's this possible if it's all to be borne?
we fought for freedoms but what has become
is we're caged in our angst and compassion's gone numb

where's the contentment in the freedoms we've gained?
shouldn't we think this is better after all we've been trained
this is the goal to which all humanity aspires 
desire is what we're born to and all will join in this choir?
it's the ones that don't sing this, they're the ones for the fire
they would bar us from gaining control of our fate
they tell us we've succumbed and taken the bait
that we feel we're the pinnacle of all destiny
and all that's required is become divinity
but how's it we're longing with no sight of a cure
if we're all that's required complete and secure
is something askew how could opposites be true?
this unending self realizing just will not subdue

so our search continues for what's deemed our bliss
we may have all we need but we have to have this
can't put our finger on why yet we'll continue this drive
towards upward mobility for this now we strive
convinced the fast track will now give us our goal
though the race chases onward, we feel less than whole
like programed we're fixed on this never-ending process
and believe it will overcome yet still all this stress
through all our daily dealings to acquire all we possess

while there are some who propose that night is our friend
for only dark can promise recompense and spirits to mend
with what time has burdened us and the light has bleached dry
so we need not fear the reaper and the end is not nigh
we then rationalize unceasingly to justify what we do
despite what our wanton puts other lives through
but our emptiness magnifies despite the pleasures we obsess
and the norm we find daily is still not joy but depress

now science will explain it when all else hasn't clue
since all we could know has to be within view
and this procession marches on always with our reprieve
but those who promised enlightenment we find now we grieve
because they've journeyed elsewhere having passed from our sight
leaving we who follow on still proclaiming it light

the promise? science will sustain you and see you fulfill
deliver all you thought needed just partake of this pill
all our happiness and contentment is contained in this will
and in ever growing numbers we ingest what they say
but never dare question how we came upon this way
because it may cause us to examine the clues from our plight
and depart from the masses who will in turn seek to fight

they once contended and disparaged as intolerant and extreme
accusing exclusion of diversity that promised esteem
now they dictate no alternative, dare not question the new hue
doesn't this edict seem the same as the one they eschew?
for intolerance they accused then, now intolerance they enforce
as this day lingers on insist no variance from Its course
so oligarchy to oligarchy is the answer that is trained
from generation to the next til no divergence remains
against one virtue they once demonstrated with visceral drone
now the same is employed against any truth but their own

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Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  January 29, 2011
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* all due credit to Skittles for the title
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