Backwards

Shout silence’s name, hush up the noise;
infinite notions are pre-conceived
as if only an explanation would be the ‘’right’’ convoy.

Having a considered ‘’normal’’ life, the ‘’correct’’ poise;
black and white and red so perceived.
Shout silence’s name, hush up the noise.

Waking up to just one moral, not daring to destroy
what you started, being ‘’coherent’’. What a peeve,
what an hypocrisy…Smells like passer-by herd’s convoy…

Let’s try on another lens. There’s also truth’s ploys
in hell, evil in sacred concepts. Anarchy of perceptions tonight’s eve!
Shout silence’s name, hush up the noise.

[Trying to reverse intentions, colors, points of view.] Decoys
day by day make you think if you stray from the rule you weave
disappointment. However, oil and vinegar –as an example- ride the same convoy.

Parents, common logics, usual paths, trends. Are we society toys?
Green’s not green…Could be a thousand million things. We’ve
shout silence’s name, hush up the noise.
Nothing’s what it seems. Still ready to join the flock, marry the ‘’convoy’’?