I resent the fact that I can think,
to learn to discern to disguise.
Give me the birds & bees’ mind,
live by the open sky & die when it’s time.
Instead I have curiosities to spill
too often the answers are not even real.
The friends you greet, the books you read,
contradictions, slippery slides, dancing with mime.
Don’t know what we are really here for
maybe the Bible really got it right.
We can all go home again in the blink of eye
if we all just hug, get down on our knees and repent.
Nah, of course nobody’s on the same page any more,
love is 0s and 1s moving at the speed of bullets and flashlights.
So what to do in the mean time,
fancy pants crawling with ants?
We are reptile, monkey & short of a modern man.
Who needs who I wonder which one is more prone to suicide.
If we indeed swallowed the fruit of wisdom,
free will comes with the burden to fight like a demon.
So how about we forget religion, money and politics,
try to use this thing that made us into such hypocrites.
This right, wrong, outta box, dimension & the universe.
Profound, confused, carry on with hidden faces.
Either here or there I think I recognize this place,
long ago, four foot two already knew all of these.
Are you strong enough to give it a go
knowing there’s really not a path?
Or are you still craving the promised deal
with everything organized, covered and tidied up.
Here goes the headline selling conflicts with both hands up,
as seen on tv, download the app, *wink*x2, don’t blame me.
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