The "S"ituation

(Sometimes...) we

substitute one poison for another;

call it "sacrifice."

Swap one set of behaviors for another

(completely);

call it a "shift."

Sabotage and sink ourselves

(with the best intentions);

call it "self-preservation."

Not stupid.

simply scattered,

scrambling for speedy solutions,

scared of stagnation.

Ironically, still stuck...

(Shit...)

So sad when that happens.

Sack the possibilities of change,

snuggle with the security of doubt,

sleep with the fear,

so sure it's better than the bedfellow we don't know.

Send away the sincere sentiment of another,

save the effort for the same shit that hurt us.

Slide the shiny sought-after on the safe bet;

serve the rest "sorries."

(Sigh...)

Same stories time and again.

Somehow, we convince ourselves

we're so special, 

significant even,

for our suffering.

We long to be survivors

and shed tears for some

superficial stand.
Such martyrs we are...
falling on our samurai swords.
Something to live for, I guess...

Silver linings soon to come, we hope...
(Smile...)

something at the end of the rainbow
at the end of the storm,
at the end of it all,
to compensate for all the
sacrifices...
(that were really only substitutions.)