When It's You

People are always shocked it seems,
by shocking things.
The world is tipped and rocked now and then
when no one sees it coming.
They cover their mouths and shake their heads,
you know they do.
But inside their chest something says
"are you really surprised?".
Inside the lightest, carefree heart,
there's a stillness that may never beg your sight.
But there it is and late at night
when your dreaming mind comes out to play
it's there too, you know it's true.
The "I could never"'s and "I can't believe"'s
make victims of your pleasant dreams,
because you can and do...
It's different when it's you.
From lying lips was sworn "No more!
No judgement from me, for here I stand in line",
for the first and for the hundredth crime of the heart,
a brand new day, a new diseased creature appears,
and out the finger comes again, to point him out,
to shower misery and fear
on the "sinners down below".
And from my high and lofty seat I hear a pained and rapid speech,
and whose but my own would I hear?
"Guilty, guilty", could it be any louder?
But it will only increase till I hear it.
"Those boils, the rashes, the bruised, and the brokenlook pretty familiar,
when was the last time you caught your reflection?
Because it seems pretty clear to me..."
It's now a mantra, a chant, a song.
It may be a sermon that cannot be taught
by any great preacher but Life,
but it's different when it's you.