Essence

Like walking through a cool silvery mist
being able to see
clothed rather warmly
but enjoying the cool touch of the silvery smoke
touching what exposed skin you have…
that's the feeling of essence
a feeling I don't want to lose
surrounded by deficit monkeys
that always seem right at the finish line
but never past it

surrounded by wooly sheep
the type you know is out there
eating and drinking
and all it's really good for
is the slaughter or sheathing
following their multicolor ghosts
that should be long and gone
but remain
and who's to blame?
our happy sheep
desperate to cling onto something
keep things that should be forgotten
not in memory but in life

I don't want to lose my essence because it's all I have
the mist that masks what's around me
but gives me that cool uncomfortable feeling
that guides me on
many were here before
few are by my side
their faces I can not tell
where I am is vague as well
all we have is our imagination
to press on
imagining what awaits us
what we’ll see
when we use our essence
and the mist clears