Rite or right...?
Or is it all still wrong?
We long for days of love to come again.
Manic to maniacal, depressive to the high of highs.
There are moments when we live beyond the bonds.
Ecstasy, a kiss of bliss, the opening of yes.
Simple and uncomplicated guess.
Loving moments moving far away,
each time we choose to play
by those proprietary rules.

As if the many tools and machines
were capable of really taking over.
Or computer programming was not
drawn from the very human limitations
of our brains. Rules chipped in stone
within the long ago, by yet another
very human hand. Over-ripe for
new interpretations. Needing still,
a sense of integration.

Baby steps, the in between.
Traveling from personal to universal.
A flash, the bulb is spent. Throw
it in the trash and start again.
Marketing illusions sell, in a
consumer-oriented world of
outstanding debt and huge financial sums.
While hearts and souls are starving for the real.

Rite or right...?
Or is it all still wrong?
We long for days of love to come again...

? Michaelette ?