Rock...the vote
I’ve sat like a stone for so long I think I’ve forgotten how to be a part of the crowd. Everything I say is a second to late, a little too out of touch, random. Sleep pulls at the back of my eyes like lead weights. I can hear my resistance crack and groan and creak in protest, but it feels as if I’m fighting a losing battle. Everyone moves past me quickly now, like the world is on fast-forward. I am not sad. It’s hard, if fact, to tether my amusement. Glad waves of feeling and small, goofy grins make their way to me from a long way off. By the time they arrive, any company is long since gone. This is how my heart stays light, not needing or having to share. Current events are familiar to me, like a good re-run of a favorite show. It’s hard for me to really care when it has become so obvious to me that celebrated leaders are no more than a good joke. These days jesters rule the courts of man. I think I’d pay more attention if they played themselves straight. Most put their hats aside for publicity’s sake. I’ll go back to sleep now, become a smooth and smiling bit of stone again. Wake me when you’ve dug yourself out of the next landslide victory.
