“Why am I so Brainwashed?”, She thought.  

The Catholic had been conditioned to prey to the existence of an invisible God.

“Why am I such a Brainwashed Catholic?”

Thoughts came from the beyond and transfigured into prayers translated from beyond the aether and the divine.

The Brainwashed Catholic prayed for change in Upper Management.  She prayed for exuberantly wealthy Executives to stop trying to cheat workers from Fair Wages and Equal Pay.  She prayed for the invisible people to be seen and heard regardless of Class Warfare.

“The Meek shall inherit the earth,”  Matthew 5:5.

She, invisible, prayed invisible prayers to an invisible God for she must have been a Bishop turner Prince in some distant and past Life buried in deep within her DNA.

She prayed to Good for what good is God without Goodness?

Somewhere up the multiverse of verses swelling inside her head, she looked inward into a universe full of Dreams and Stars.

“Great Lines to jot down. “, She thought.

Great Lines of Prayers for a Script.

“Scripture,” she thought.

And why does she write these scripts casting for mile stones in the grounds of her existing sometimes exhausting life? And why does she keep writing under invisible Incognito Windows as she cuts through digital pieces of Time in a program not really made of Adobe.

She’s tired of editing other people’s lives.  It is time to take charge and edit her own.

“Carpe Diem,” they say.

Seize the day Today and not Tomorrow.

And what  good is watching the stars when you can’t even shine?

Oh how she prayed that day, like a Brainwashed Catholic,

Wishing for a better Tomorrow for those she had left behind.

If only she were perfectly content being an underachiever, then she would have been perfect there.  Bare minimum. Minumly bare in wages.

But she was a tree extending the branches of her arms out into the air, stretching and never reaching the Sky.

She was a tree breaking through that beautiful stained glass Ceiling holding her below the dreams of avarice, confining her to means below her average.

But she did long for the Sun and the Moon, and for a Fire to illuminate brightly inside the Darkness, one she must ignite for herself.

“Carpe Diem!”, she reminded her friend.  In high school a Teacher had warned her to beware of the Slave Mentality

Don’t be a slave to Welfare. Use it for what it is, a place to start and Get the Hell Out.

Don’t be a slave to your Pension and Benefits.  Vest yourself, but if it doesn’t feel right Get Out.

Move and the world will Move with You.

Live for Today, but Plan for Tomorrow, but Don’t let Tomorrow leave you Behind.

Sometimes it’s not about changing the world.  

It’s about changing with it.