The Word has been co-opted

So that lesser dare attempt

To lift a pen or flag a train

Without feeling exempt...

Corners of the convent

Where the goblins hide their face

Are empty now as church and state

Have let them in with grace...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

The black as earl waters call,

But if ye dodge the tide

They'll wet you 'til the yappy dogs

Have dragged all rivers wide...

That swindler lass ye judge so harsh,

Both lives and breathes alike...

She knows her numbers up too soon

Does jigs around your spikes...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that you don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

12/10/24

Edit#2

There are 2 kinds of uber drivers

Talkative ones

Quiet ones

Lately I've been encountering alot of "talkative" ubers.

Don't get me wrong, I love talking to

people.

Everybody got a story that deserves

to be heard.

Even as a writer you need to listen

more to people, see more to use that

in your craft.

But alot of times I prefer if they're

quiet, So I can drown myself In my

daydreams listening to music and be

out of the place I am .

Daydreaming about being somewhere

else, with someone else, being a better

version of myself.

Thats the magic of music.

But lately I dont get that chance when

I'm In the uber. Suddenly out of

nowhere they start talking, sharing

their stories and experiences, their

regrets, and ...

At first I'd get slightly annoyed, In my

head I'd be like "please, 5 more

minutes until I get to home, I wanna

listen to some music man..."

But now everythings changed.

First of all, I'm honored that people

see me as a guy who would listen and

care for what their saying. Thats an

honor I will keep forever.

What if their stories, their experiences

are a message coming from the

universe to guide me?

What if these are gods guidences that

are coming my way?

It's funny...

One time I was very upset with a

situation at my work and I was burnt

out. Then I got an uber, and he

started talking about life

And how we have to enjoy the

moments.

I talked with him all the way home

and smiled. Not only because he was a

kind and hardworking man

But because he told me something

that I needed to hear.

From thay day forward, I listen more.

Why daydream when you can

experience life through others words?