The Cost It Takes To Imitate Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If it was disbelieved to have occurred,
Yesterday and those days before.
Those unconscious and prefer,
To remain uninvolved and not disturbed...
By events becoming too complex to prevent.
Can be expected to be the first ones to say,
How they had no time then to pay attention.

But now,
They seem to have time to spend.
Hoping to find anyone,
Volunteering to share the expense...
For exorbitant consequences,
Heard to come but chose to dismiss.
To realize these quick to change days,
With an awakening reality.
That a paying for unshakeable ignorance,
Maintained.
Is theirs alone to have had condoned.

And a keeping up with appearances.
With impressions to make,
Will one day fade away.
And...
For many,
That day came to arrive.
In the minds of those,
Choosing to escape and erase,
Every fantasy of life.
They created to delude.
Along with the cost it takes to imitate!

Leaving the ones who stayed,
Chasing rainbows to discover pots of gold...
In disbelief how easily they were sold.
Even when told as they slept,
It is better to live life...
Getting over disappointments.
Than it is to be upset with regrets,
And being repeatedly out of breath.
Chasing an image that is a mirage.
Never for them to exist.