Poem: Grand Finale

“People are people”
X is X anything is a meaningless statement
There’s black, white and shades of grey
Thus, there’s non-risky folks and the hell-bent

We weave our lives, our paths
Eating the meat, spitting out bones
Or if you’re vegan, eating apples but no cores
Eating & weaving, weaving & eating through the orange cones

I pay rent or a mortgage
Or something, but still I must pay
No one escapes this reality
Paying yonder Piper is in our DNA

Jump through crises, like Super Mario
Fly over canyons like Evel on his bike
Do what you can, when you can
But the Grand Finale awaits you, like or no like

~ Gunnar Våken