The How

Poem ... The How

We go the way
Of what they say
Pretending to know
Our part in the play

This reality we see
Is really a smudge
Smeared on our windshield
That wipers won't budge

If they can pretend
To show what is real
Is it our obligation
To follow their zeal

To know what to say
To know what to do
Suppose we change
To a different view

One that is clear
One that is Now
With what time is left
We choose the How

Rabid Poet