Unruffled

Not all that matters fits your cast
nor future mimic a tranquil past
Expectations break as a rule
but don’t you be ruffled.

Goodness is both virtue and vice
Your kindness will bequeath both friends and foes
Ugly plots behind your back
and silence of friends
will make you cry
but don’t you be ruffled.

The short day slips, the long night spreads
its claws into your tired throat.
Unmet targets, ticking clocks
drive you into regret and desperation
and madness.
Precision dies, sharpness dies, adrenalin dies,
but you’re alive and lost.
Yet don’t be ruffled bro.

Another lamb, its soft heart beats:
tomorrow shall be laid to sleep.
When happiness is traded with pain
and illiterates grow richer than rest,
hellish clouds burst with cries of death.
Selfish wretches live like isles
scorning the drowning boats;
while the patient sea mocks !
Yet in these unsound fettered times,
smile at the dripping noose,
uncompromised,
and unruffled.