A gift has been given, thousand by thousand brains
immaculate brilliance, haven't taught in vain
thy love thy thought thy hope thy god
truth's been sought, truth's been sowed
truth's been grown, truth is we're not alone
they yield in awe, still, some deny
and hold on to the written lie
that we're perfection, or somewhat unique
that we're to judge , or hold a grudge
and fuel with arm, and kill'em such
as if they were worth less!
forgot what we are, organic beings made out of star
do not scold the genital for being such a flirt
in the end it's what you're made by, not a pile of dirt.
Unfortunate! your target is the aim
to gain shame, fame or win the game
but truth is they're all the same
confusing you, arresting you, tying you, tiring you.
we all grow tired, to compare and contrast
putting truth last
I can't rest in silence, and commit to non-violence
my word is my fist, no sorry if it hits
right into your set of belief
and you might go through the stages of grief.
we're made out of water, carbon, and air
elements discovered, through nature's flair
we're all made out of the same, some with less, some with more
of: whatever, you can chose
and that's probably the only distinction we could abuse
because some are fat or skinny or strong
and even if you're smart, sometimes you'll be wrong
some of us sleep like babies while some of us can't
and some of us stand on stages and have poetry rants
some think they're young forever and regret in their age
that they never paused to contemplate the cage
our mind has created, in service of protection
locked you into a closet of pride and perfection.
You're wrong, you're always so wrong
and you keep on singing that same old song
I have nothing against them, but....
whatever you think, do not continue this thought
it'll only expose the darkest of your grace
I know it hurts to open those doors and to face
the demons, the world, the shadows you thought
had successfully outrun!
but once you step out of the closet, it's just the beginning of fun!
Trust me, trust yourself
you're greater than you think, once you let honesty sink
into all the dimensions of your beautiful self
and say: I want to be kinder! then everybody wants to help
because kindness is the key, to that ominous door called love
for you, and what you are, a bundle made out of dust and scars
as so am I, and her, and him, all the creatures, our planet, our universe
all good things come to an end, while we end in a hearse
we're not long enough here, to understand it all
but a thousand by thousand brains made the call
it is time to think, to read, to embrace the awe
and respect that nature is the only law.