What is the point of power wealth or control
Seems to me it's just about selling your soul
Those of us who are just content to be
Live happier lives of harmony
Playing the game that's presented round and round
Removes the simple pleasures and joy to be found
Comparing your life to wealthy or famous
And all the social beliefs that try to shame us
Is a projected lie meant to tame you
Keep you corralled and chained to their view
The game is designed with many pitfalls
Like an intricate maze with many dead end walls
The game is set up and put in place
From the moment your born and enter the race
Everything about it enforces the notion
That you must go along with it's commotion
It teaches you to only behave in a certain way
Tends to ridicule and ostracize those who don't obey
More and more people are waking through the noise
Seems the game is getting louder and just annoys
A desperate attempt for total control
Feels like the game is going to fail at it's ultimate goal
Lifetimes of planning coming to waste
It needs to all end with a bit of haste
This is the dawning of a golden age
Time for humanity to break free of it's cage

Words are temporary placeholders
Neither immortal or set in stone
They can sit and smolder
And sometimes should be atoned
They can linger in greatness
Or never have been penned
Sometimes overly dressed in ornateness
Or twisted from what they intend
Words have many meanings
People don't read or hear them the same
Each have different gleanings
While interpretations are to blame
Thoughts placed with certainty
Can be agreed upon in earnest
Or skimmed over thoughtlessly
Leaving a mind unfurnished
Words are often limiting
Not really ideal to convey
Barely capable of emitting
What a mind has to say
Writing has less misunderstanding
Speech is very awkward
Both capable of landing
With a different understanding

We saw a kitten and we could have one
And so we grabbed one
I was told not to let the cat get pregnant
We had to try to have only one animal dependant
Surely he knew it was an impossible task
Why from a child would he even ask
A few weeks later the cat had kittens
All tiny and cute and fluffy like mittens
Then in anger my dad took me
And said bring the kittens and thee
Utterly helpless with eyes closed
They could only squirm around completely exposed
I had to place them all
All five and small
Who couldn't even see
On a stump I placed thee
Sacrificial lambs
At my own hands
Innocence blown away
To my young dismay
Such a harsh lesson
From a fathers obsession

There is a hurt little guy inside
Who ran away long ago and decided to hide
Maybe he decided not to stay
And allowed himself to be driven away
Leaving behind a suit of armour
To live his life and deal with what's harder
He must have kept the things that were valuable to him
Also the hurt and pain and things he should skim
Leaving behind a hardened shell
To navigate the world we dwell
Hiding inside a secure keep
A vessel in which he could sleep
I wonder of him from time to time
Who and how he is as we continue to climb
Sometimes I feel like the empty shell
And wonder if he feels alone and trapped in a cell
Not knowing who he is and being his defenses
Keeps us in place behind our fences
Sometimes I acknowledge him and let him know
That he's ok as I carry on with the show
Maybe one day we'll be reunited
When it's safe and he can be invited

God and the Devil two sides of the same coin
Opposite poles of a spectrum that we need to rejoin
Light and dark held apart
Neither a whole but just a part
Humanity held in opposition
Needing a new quest for unity to end this division
Each pole has been taken to the Nth extreme
Each part explored in this grand scheme
All the fractals broken and divided
Splintered apart as though something collided
As if the whole went out of harmonious balance
And shattered apart to try to rebalance
Unity is becoming the word of the day
Opposites uniting nearing the end of this fray
Maybe the opposites are not meant to fully come together
Just a bit of duality not ripped apart altogether
Opposites gently revolving around a center
Not flung apart by some dissenter
A harmonized balance of mirrored opposite
Like natural cell division far more moderate
Closer to two wholes not opposite at all

Round and round the spiralling wheel
Been here before that's how I feel
Once more around and spiralling forward
Like a stone in time a baby Norward
Maintaining my post like some kind of anchor
Lying low to avoid drawing anger
Ascending in increments of variance
Plying all the paths of each variant
Looping and looping through circular time
Feeling like it's all a pantomime
A stone anchor holding a position
A point in time from which to transition
Seeing the points repeat closer together
Seems like time is on a tether
All loops collapsing on a grand conclusion
A final end to a sinister illusion
This point on the wheel is a nexus
And moving on will be a new plexus
So a stone on the wheel is where I'm held
Until time resolves this tricky meld
Necessarily I'm imbued with a lot of luck and will
And seeing this through will be such a thrill
A stone on the wheel
That's how I feel

We're all suffering the same thing
Not knowing what we each bring
Some of us have the words to speak
Some of us are just to meek
We all travel a different road
Each of us carrying our own load
We carry along with who we are
Some of us not getting very far
Most of us don't have time to think
Most of us don't have time to blink
I guess some how I'm one of the fortunate few
Who some how found time to get a view
It's not easy too sit and pause
Most of us are driven by cause
You have to get comfortable in your own skin
And learn to think before you can begin
How do you decide what's worth a thought
When everything is faulty that you've been taught
Finding your way is difficult
Escaping the snares of the cultural cult
Blazing new trails for the collective
Have you convinced yourself it's a noble objective
How do you decide if your life matters
Is it all just here and there patters
Why we're all here who can say
I just hope you find some time to play
Rhyming these words sometimes comes easy to me
I can only hope it makes some sense to thee