Knock on
Wood
Befuddled minds walking,
A wolf baying, at the full moon;
Black cats crossing,
A broken mirror,
Seven years of pain;
No head bath, on Tuesdays,
Salt spills over, quick toss it back;
Shadows fall, luck turns bad;
Knock on wood, touch the charm,
Shun the evil, untold harm;
Living by signs of celestial orbs,
Chasing phantoms, pillar to post;
The ladder leans, they step aside,
Reason fades, in fear they hide;
What of truth, where has it gone?
To darkened corners, away, forlorn;
In the grip of myth they behold,
Selling their sense, losing their soul;
Clinging hard to fables untold,
Believing in wives’ tales of old;
Dancing with dread in twilight’s glow,
Reason vanishes silliness grows;
Offering flowers, jewels and gold,
Hoping for rewards from myths and bones;
Common sense gone, intelligence sold,
Man sinks into his own black hole.
Hearts trapped and chained by fear,
Brainwashed by the superstitious seer;
In absurdities minds are blinded,
While truth is clear, unchained, refined.
Oct 17 2024
