the directions of our society

some pointed upwards,
with stars in their shimmering eyes
gasping with the exaltation of what
dreams may come.

some looked downwards,
not even focused on the intricate coordination
of pebbles and stones in the esoteric system
no one could have planned.

some marched forwards,
inching along in the only direction where
progress made advances and receding was
foreign to our vocabulary.

some fall backwards,
terrified of what dangers may might could be
somewhere around every next single corner
rather frightened et al.

some just existed,
longing for a moment of zen when
the directions of our society would point
to success, regardless of our orientation.

I am those some.