thought

Somehow the party

before it all ends

or

begins again

in confusion

about freedom

and 

the lie

brought forward in the light of the sun

and

the silence of the moon,

went beyond the motions and the gestures.

Freedom,

a temporary word;

society

in a waiter's mindset;

glasses of wine thrown at castles

impervious to the broken shards around us.

Life,

liff,

who really knows?

We thought we had the answers;

centuries of time lines threw the dice;

ice in a shell;

lies threw the parties;

we all thought it was real

but 

reality drew the awe in Van Gogh;

and

we all  became hopeful

while

lies

paved the corridors of power;

all of us

a pause

in a glitch of freedom

amongst

the paths of words

hesitating

in the arrogance of it all.