Fleeting Reason

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Somewhere along the way
We gave up being sane
To hear what others say
And throw some brief parade
When all thoughts are the same.

And no one wants to see
Originality
Because we want to be
A part of the same tree,
A death to liberty.

When reason becomes crime
And enslavement of mind
Becomes the status prime
We’ll be at loss for words
And think we have more time.