Not Until.

Not until you learn the rhythms

And the rules of this game

Whether it offends all you have learnt

Or does not make any difference

Can you start to float upon the currents

Of these fetid waters which the herd

Calls it daily life to which you have

To bow and adapt like a mutating virus

To be part of the plague or else

Squeeze yourself in to make room

For the higher denomination of “no regrets”.

Not untill you become

One of them would you

Be able to beat them

At their own game which you would not

Because then you excell

And call yourself a hero of a

Feat which is non descript

Because there would be no one else

To applaud you but yourself

And your own pet.

Alfred Grech

27/04/2020.