What Is Sold

So many sell fears.

But who tells a solution?

I’m tired of buying fears

That make you a coward

The lawyer, the accountant, the consultant

The politician  who says watch out

"The uncertainty no one knows"

Their living is fear

Bittersweet

But neat

Acceptable

But reputable

No revelation

On any given day

No revelation

In the next year

The journalists speculate

Telling us about some kind of state

Piecemeal voices

Who are never there

Words could be a lie

But what lies ahead?

The friend who says beware

The mother or father who says

Don’t do this

Or that?

Well-meaning but scared

Well-spoken, they never dared

To any kind of gold

Or future that unfolds

To reflect on what if

Instead of what may

To make something small

Instead of tall

It circles the drain

Especially when it rains

A self-fulfilling prophecy

Makes nothing easy

Changing a narrative

To be afraid

Changing the restorative

To nothing said

What is this antic

Of borderline panic?

You're burned anyways

Too scared to know it

There’s no action in fear

No reaction but fear

No momentum created

No feeling belated

It can trip up every step

Press down instead of up

See ground instead of sky

Say empty instead of full

But who tells a solution?

This silence is deafening

When fear's what’s sold

Truth be told 

Anything else would be bold

One constitution

Against an intitution

Flip a coin

Uncertainty

Is either fear

Or possibility