INADEQUATE!

Green is such an inadequate word

Unable to describe the colours I see before me

The adjectives and superlatives fail to capture;

The shades and hues are far too real to express

And when seen like this across a windswept spring-scape

The best I can do is say: “I wish you were here!”

One word is inadequate

Unable to describe the abundant nuances of the seemingly mundane

A whisper that can be described in a hundred different ways

Without ever conveying what was not said

And I look at everything happening around me

The best I can do is say: “I wish you could see this!”

Inadequate is the word that best describes

How we continually fail to perceive that our will has been reduced

Reduced to a race of unseeing watchers, mere spectators

Unable to embrace our potential for fear of failure

And I hear your facts and stats and scriptures and lies

The best I can do is say: “I wish you would think before you talk!”

All of these inadequate words

That fail to illuminate what could have been an adventure

Stringing sentences together like a chain-link handrail

To which we hold with all of our might

As we allow ourselves to be led, unthinking

Along a potholed path into the gloomy, treacherous future.