In The Know Zone

Too far ahead in the know zone.
Long to have left behind,
Sticks and rocks thrown.
Done to make it known,
A returning of anger.
With a heightened disrespect.
Caring less which cave,
Had been leased or lied to be owned.
By an agitating, ignorant cave dweller.
Calling me names as if,
From my point of view...
I see people like this to be no different,
Than locked up inmates...
Shouting indignities.
From their guarded prison cells.
Believing me jealous and envious,
Of their...acquired to obtain status.

And shouting insults.
Claiming I had not been given,
Authority to trespass near...
Cemented boxes stacked upon each other.
And the cave dwellers inside,
Paying high prices to call them condos...
Telling me,
'GO BACK FROM WHERE YOU CAME FROM!'

And I thought,
I am already in that zone.
Knowing who it is I am.
With a doing to have left,
Believing myself better than others.
Others for whatever the reason,
Do their best to protect themselves...
From threats and the fear,
That what they possess and value...
Locked up and away in their cement boxes.
Is more desirable to have and let be known,
By someone doing their best...
To express the freedom they have to visit,
A past to have had it and glad to see it...
Unchanged.
With a doing to validate,
What provided the incentive and motivation...
To discover and explore,
Reality and the truth of it to hear I should...
Disbelieve my lieing eyes!

These days and times nolonger can I afford,
The expense it takes to fiction and delude...
What does not appear that conflicts,
My know zone to experience the truth of it!
Making it pointless to argue with anyone,
Knowing what they are talking about...
From hearing what they know told to come,
By someone else who told what they heard...
On TV while searching for snacks,
Somewhere in a refrigerator.
When they had been,
At someone else's house in another town!