Utopia’s a Pool When I look ahead, Oh, I can see the future. When I think my thoughts, I can’t ignore my drive. When I look at you, I can see my nature. But it’s not enough for us to just survive; And unlike bees, we do not form a hive. When I think of royalty, it all becomes clear. You and I are beautiful, not driven just by fear. We don’t need a deity; or a token fool. We just need each other, friend; Utopia’s a pool. When I look outside, Oh, I can see distractions. When I pull the shroud, I can see the jester. When the shell game starts, on its hidden actions, We will not succumb to peering pressure, We will not agree that we are lesser. When I think of ownership, it all becomes clear. You and I, both, live on Earth, our default is to share. “…on the shoulders of giants…”; that’s our vital tool. We just need each other, friend; Utopia’s a pool. When I think of instinct, Oh, I can see the layers. If we transcend the animals, well, can we see the portents? If no one can ascend the hill, except the brutish players; Flights of thought in science, art and ascents, Are buried deep beneath the boot of torments. When I think “Utopia!”, it all becomes clear. Of course, it’s not a place, as such, and yet, resides right here. Talking, now in riddles, please, pull up your favourite stool. We just need each other, friend; Utopia’s a pool. © Sean G. O’Leary Apr. 2023
