endless conversations with each other and with God
fall again and again on deaf ears, an effort odd
in that the talk is not the walk and hearts are never
in the mix we want to fix but no one touches ever
what we know, we KNOW is always at the center there’s a door
we knock and knock and kick the wood but cannot enter
like a monkey grasps his food and keeps his hand so stuck so frozen
what the hell, we have to let it go stop clinging to our right, our might
our rotten self and staunch the bleeding, no one’s leading
all just follow this way that way on the surface storm is coming
drums are drumming but the sound is drowned by weeping
creeping up knee deep in rage we leap, all so surprised to find
it’s US not THEM, WE have to be the father, mother, sister, brother
for each other, EACH is precious, EACH is special, ALL are crucial
to survival, every loss in death or life diminishes and finishes the coffin nails
we are a chain our dna, our history, a convoluted mystery
a constant pattern of election then rejection events conspire to reconnection
a spark divine, love for creation, yet birthing seeds of self-destruction
drugged by image constant movement busy busy blur the lines
build a hideout cave to crouch in, turn the lights out, shut the blinds
we like to say we’re different, kinder, better, smarter, kneeling at the perfect altar
never stopping to discern, we set ourselves as little gods, then falter
stumble on our souls refusing to acknowledge cost we’re lost and yet
the hope that lives in each potential when we see that you are me
and I am you all swimming in a great deep sea, starving though to love is free
to feed each other, hold a hand, the only way to reach the sand
the water rising, talk is cheap, deep and deeper, still we sleep
wake, arise, the need is great, stop bailing water, fix the boat
all together we sink or float.
It’s hard to acknowledge but it is indeed us not them – we create our own views in many ways..hopefully there is always a way to make things a bit brighter…