Are we really so

Similar and predictable

That sitcoms can

Entertain and that

Sameness do fill

With stories of love

And betrayal

Of loyalty and children

Who noisily

Detail those things

That could have been

Had we seen them

For sure upon the

Screen of life’s interchanging

Moods of passions

And crisis’s and changing

Vibes of who we

Appear to be

Without seclusions or

Reflection to see

Those mistakes made

In haste while trying

So desperate to keep

Pace with changing

Concepts of time of

What is yours and what

Is mine in confusions

And pure disbelief

For surely that must

Be some form of relief

For the pressures of wanting

To conform

To no longer be different

But part of the norm

Of this dying reality

For sure now all men

Are sociably

Heading to a distant place

Where none are free

And democracy dictates

As to what we could

Possibly be

For now is the time

When notions are free

To explore this new

Inner space of political

Freedom granted in haste

To the changing concepts

Of time for no longer

Will events be constricted

Or denied as all has

The ability to reach

The cyber and thus be free