Fall from grace
Now we are out of place.
We do not understand.
We just save face
As there is no discovery in the pre-explained
No space for self pity
Certified mould shapes so many brains.
As the prison becomes the prisoner.
“Society” takes the blame.
The expected spout of pure human nature.
Its so easy
Yet we dont do nothing at all
We find a way to waste the day For here we are feeling safe ‘cos bellies are full
Beautiful energetic interactions
An aurora borealis of the heart Uningnited nor distinguished Playing it too safe to make a fire start
But I have been playing with a match stick
And I could find a million pairs While information may be lost The possibility is always there
Don’t find one; Just live it!
How many possibilities do you really see?