Where I'd rather be is in my thought
Buried,covered yet breathing
Dead yet alive in my head
A land of wild imaginations
crazy fantasy
beautiful reality

We are all sinners
We all have shame
Some just hide it better
But it's all the same
Its easy to be
In a nice sheltered life
And judge other people
For misunderstood strife
The fact of the matter is
You dont know what you'd do
If an awful, life changing
Decision confronted you
Is not passing judgement
A wrong in its self?
What gives anyone the right
To judge someone else?
No one wrong
Is worse than another
So perhaps we should all shut up
And not preach at each other
Come tell me about it
When your kid's starving and you have to steal
Or you're twelve, knocked up
And now life's real
Tell me about it when you've grown up
Dirt poor and lost hope
So in order to keep sanity
You get hooked on some dope
Tell me about it when you get *****
And you have to make a choice
But the people keep trying
To shut you up and take your voice
That's right folks,
No one is more wrong or sinful than the other
We were all created equal
Sisters and brothers
We are ALL sinners
We ALL have shame
Some just hide it better
But it's all the same

My mind is a maze
Mirrored walls
Sloped floors
I can't find my way out of it

Like a circus freak show
My mind freaks me out
Terrorizing me in the night
Invading my resting dreams

But in these times I'm lost
Although I'm scared and alone
There is peace in these halls
Of my mazed mirrored mind

Life is so precious
every moment
     wisps off into the dusk
as sunlight appears fleetingly
onto our upturned faces
and shifts into
          the paradigm of rain
how we struggle every day
to maintain this perishable dance
hold our heads
     above the rising current
fighting to stay aloft
battling for our survival
at times expectations tossed
         our broken sanity weaving its way
into our consciousness
we forget that even in
our daily commitments
there is magic
we forget to let it resonate
What if we decide
To throw our fears aside
What if we take a
steel-edged chance
gathering courage and running
to that rough-hewn cliff
what if we wish to climb
          the ladders as they spiral up
what if our ripening
is right now
as we search our souls
               to the root
and we must simply pull
back the cutting stone of illusion
to lovingly reveal
that luscious
vibe
of earth
            and fruit?