Any Opportunity One Takes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Today...
Any opportunity one takes,
To escape away...
From an array of created, Conflicts is a gift.
In disguise.
And more are becoming,
Aware of the benefit.

Discovering to recover,
Being involved with others...
Still in the midst,
Of their own problems...
They can not solve,
Is no longer considered...
An act of selfishness.
Recognizing to maintain,
Obtained happiness...
Is the key that keeps,
A healthy mind from becoming
Weakened by those,
Seeking to deplete it.

Today...
Any opportunity one takes,
To notice those who choose...
Not to review old kept beliefs
Are the same ones afraid,
To admit their grief.
But medicated they stay,
On one delusion or another.
Hoping today's realities,
Will be numbed not to face.
As a game played,
Of musical chairs...
Has them chased around,
While loving every moment...
Of having their minds lost.
And never again to be found.

'Whew!
Finally I've gotten,
A chance to sit down.'

-Don't get too comfortable.
Where you sit to be seated,
Has been the next one picked.
And whoever is on it,
Also has to go.-

'Go?
But to where? '

-To another game played.-

'How do you know? '

-I stopped my addiction,
To the music.-

'Music?
What music? '

-That's how addicted I was,
Too!
Until I noticed...
It wasn't my own tune.
From the start to hear it...
Being played over and over.-

'So...
What did you do? '

-I didn't stay sitting.
Nor did I refill,
An old prescription.-