Protest Poem/Oppositional Energy
Life was good until the stranger came to town.
Now I’m here protesting the day my inspiration takes leave.
Life is grand now that the stranger is in town.
Now I’m here protesting that these days never end.
Released from a prison, run the opposite direction of up-town.
Start the new autumn season before the fall even drops it’s first leaf.
Plan the wildest of journeys, but first start with the practical endpoints.
Maybe taking the advice will help my life and yours from flipping upside-down.