You know that feeling
When you are cruising down a hill
On a skateboard
Or maybe a scooter or bike
And you get going
Faster
And faster
And faster
Until you are far beyond
.
You correct to the left
Then over correct to the right
Then back left
Then violently back right
Heave Ho
Heave Ho
Gyrating
To and fro
Until suddenly
With a violent lurch
You are thrown free
A millisecond of weightless
Anticipation
Before you crash to the ground
Road rashes and bruises
And sprains and breaks
The ripped holes in clothes
As the blood begins to flow
.
That’s our society
As I type this
We are all on one skateboard
Lurching left
Veering right
Wobbling with speed
Hurtling toward oblivion
Willing to try anything
To avoid a crash
Except slow down.
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