Right of Way

Right of Way

You speak of anger
as if you hold the key,
spreading your hatred
as the dark claims the sea.
You grumble and gripe
from dawn to the night,
as if your soul alone
has the right to the light.

You preach and mutter
as if you lead the blind,
believing only you
make the rules that bind.
You condemn others to a fiery doom,
yet you’re already there,
lost in your own gloom.

And when the sun dips low,
at the close of day,
when the wind carries your voice far away,
will your stubborn views
be all that you see?
Will you continue to curse
and cast blame on me?

You see only what your eyes wish to find.
The future you envision leaves me behind.
You hear only what aligns with your stance,
as if one lone star
can fill the whole expanse.

Everything else slips through your grasp.
Other views dismissed
as if they could not last.
You cling so tightly to your narrow creed,
your thoughts swirling away
like a misled stream.

And when the sun dips low,
at the close of day,
when the wind carries your voice far away,
will your stubborn views
be all that you see?
Will you continue to curse
and cast blame on me?