Why can’t you do both?
why the one trick pony routine?
are all humans really only good at one thing?
are all humans real?
are we ghosts of ourselves?
what would the real me look like?
and where would I find him?
sitting on a stack of books?
reading the morning news?
daily life can be so mundane
the routine so soulless it feels forced
and we all continue dancing around
drinking coffee and smiling at one another
laughing at movies as if they were about us
thinking life is just so
this way or that way
you can only make a left turn here
up the road and over the rail road tracks
arbitrary divisions of land
this is mine and this is yours
my toy my toy
No one should be without help
but we wouldn’t know what to do with it when we got it
holes in everything
but somehow still here
pillaging and raping and killing
as we do
people like us
trapped inside bone structures
and eye brows
the human element
animals with thoughts
choices and ideas
we still haven’t figured out where we’re going yet
but will we know it when we get there?
or should I just worry about myself
and let everyone else decide
I’m just here for the free food
and whatever else they’re handing out
maybe if I take more they’ll give less to children
maybe the children will take over
and we’ll all be saved
what kind of corrupt innocence would that be?
noble but violent
There’s no more silence
only loud voices talking over one another
from across the world
we’re not solving anything
we’re just finding more questions
hopefully we start asking the right ones
because the record keeps skipping
and we could use some new tunes
Sound the trumpets
let us go
and stop pretending…