She said that’s not the point
But I know it doesn’t matter
The point to her is not the point to them
It’s the way our thoughts can scatter
We can’t focus on the core
Get caught up in the minutia
We’ve forgotten how to love
And I’m not talking about medusa
I mean love in stepping back
And seeing the world as more than us
But a working system of plants and animals
Built on more than trust
Because we recognize our luck
In knowing and feeling more
But it’s our deepest curse
Because our egos keep us poor
Poor in love and selflessness
Weak in strength and will
But we ignore that we’re insensitive
Because we won’t die before we’d ****