How can we fail to see the ocean in our eye?
Since our first breath obsessed with death or how we will die.
Lie on your back in the grass and sky.
Fear at the joy you might fall in.
Don't feel absent.
The puzzle piece is passing by.
Let us recall when we were all Kings.
Immersed in the human soup.
Collectively tripping through the daily hoops.
****** forward and look at fool grinning.
Dipped in black, patting us on the back, singing, "We are not losing we're winning. Only the wise justify the pie and tell us we are sinning".
Its at that moment I prey the ghost whispers the truth so it can be written in crayon
When the time comes I will be the hunted. Will I too lie in comfort that every thing is at hand?