07 Sep 2016 – Sonnet

That ragging doubt that all’s not as it seems.
The guest who knocks when you are least prepared.
The dream that asks if all your life’s a dream.
The guest you’d welcome, if you only dared!
A day unlike most others, when you greet
the world in peace, as if fresh from your prayers –
and for a moment you behold the street
with someone elses eyes. You see men’s cares
as precious ingots of the basest lead
bound tightly to their doubled-over backs.
Like harnessed mules, they dream food, sex, and death.
Yet ask them why, they’ll viciously attack!
Who wrote these rules? Who says how things must be?
I warn you! Costly questions set men free!