It started with the music,
her love for music carried her round.
And oh how she danced with that tune,
how she swayed like wind amongst the trees.
Her talent grew with her passion
and people came far and wide to see her prance.
Fate finally brought her largest performance,
the world sat hushed as the lights dimmed and curtain rose.
Stepping out into the light she was cheered
she was loved.
Carrying the world on her shoulders,
proving to those watching in awe,
that she was the most magnificent of them all,
the "meilleur des meilleurs".
Her body moved and her arms stretched
and on that night the crowd roared
and cheered forever it seemed.
Because she proved two things,
she was the best in the world
and that she no longer loved to dance.
For she realized she danced for the sake of the end.
She realized she forgot what it was like
to love to dance for herself.

Suppose we were connected,
our minds all one the same.
But we didn't know each others thoughts,
just experienced each others pain.
It wouldn't be anything physical,
we would simply feel our hearts sink,
when someone cried or felt down,
it'd pull our own heart strings.
Well, what would be different?
All sorts of things I think,
we would watch what we do to others,
well aware of our personal link.
Actions meticulously thought out,
customs surely changed,
"walk a mile in my shoes"
could be easily arranged.
At first we'd hurt each other,
on purpose or mistake
but as we grow and change,
new systems we'd create.
War would slowly fall away
as all would feel the loss,
human nature slowly turning
the next step as we evolve.

So suppose you felt the losses,
entertain the idea of feeling despair,
and if you can't then realize
though numb from others it's always there.

Imagine for an instant,
three men and many crates,
a wall as tall as the second man,
and on other side a baseball game.
The first man is the shortest,
the second decent size,
the last man is the tallest,
who needs no box to see o'er rise.
Suppose we gave them equality,
all three men and one box each.
The first man would still not see,
the second could peek yet barely reach.
The third would watch it perfectly,
yet only two men could watch the game,
what a predicament equality is,
when the result is not the same.
Suppose we gave them justice,
two crates for the smallest man,
one for the second,
and none for the tall man.
All three would see the game,
yet equality was not used
It only goes to show us,
how "equality" is abused.
Though all received the same amount,
one could still not see.
So if you truly want to help a man,
give him justice not equality.

or...

IF you truly care for every man,
change the system, flip the rules.
And if you have the chance,
put up a fence in that walls place.
So men of all heights can see through it,
transparent for all who face.

Why do we lie to ourselves.
The times we try to experience "the world"
Is only a lie we play in order to pretend we've seen the other side.
We haven't.
We have only tasted a change in our own routines, that taste just exotic enough to have us believe we have experienced a radical new change.
Our leisure time has become that of self pity.
A new place to have "fun" until the sun comes up.
And when it does we shuffle back to where we came from and advertise our experience to the world.
What a concept.
Have we become so shallow? Have we sunk so low, that we honest to god believe that it means something?
Someday you wake up and it's the last time you think this way.
Some never grow out of it.
I'll surely never understand it.

I've become what i've most feared
But maybe, just maybe, I can fool myself.
Quite possibly I can lie
And trick myself into thinking,
I was this all along.

All we want is to evoke from ourselves
and those around us
our true natures.
The essence of veracity
without the walls
without the barriers.
And therein lies the greatest truth
that no man wants to admit.
We are most truthful when we suffer,
desperation is humanities calling card.
The only way we are able to be ourselves.
What a horrendous lot we are.