Convenient Decay. Poem by Peter Vealey

I've seen convenient decay
In life.
So much, so many times.
Folks' livin' quiet,
Too quiet
For a better day
For a better world.
Those convenient days
Never come.
Only decay (and the falling away) .
Safe in the floor tops of our eyes.
Waiting for the Neverland surprise.
That convenient comfort
That old shoe shuffle
Bend the wire,
Bend the sky
Of your illusions.
To (see) ?
Convenient decay.
Flattens the horizon
The overall picture.
Makes you less
Than more.
I've seen convenient decay
In so many eyes
Through inner lies.
Time to wake up and cry.