RAVEN ARCHER

Standing in the middle of the veil 
I look to the right, and then to the left 
There is something that calls my name
I am not sure which side I am to turn next

A world where the crazy are the sane
And the aware are the  insane
Competitions to see who is the best 
So many little rats stuck in a chase

The top ones are the ones who create
While the rest are just pawns in the game
Almost all of them dress and act the same
While the creators set the trends

Most of them just know their names
They don’t even know where they stand
I am impatient and like them out of my way
I don’t entertain their projections or games.

Raven Archer.