Apr 2018
So close but so far
So close but so far
Top to bottom bottom to top
Top to bottom
Bottom to top
We can’t seem to reach the middle
It’s either bottom or top
Precarious pedestals
Or compacting boxes
You either choose where you stand or it’s chosen for you
It’s a wonder why we never truly choose where we end up
When all that's stopping us is ourselves
We think ourselves lacking
So instead of creating ideas we latch onto those already in front of us
thinking that if we don’t grab
quick enough we'll drown in
an ocean of our own making
We grab it and hold fast
dumping the colors of the one singular idea over us hoping it’s permanent
Becoming dissatisfied every time we realize it isn’t
And when we see some other thing we want to be it’s then we think that the paint is too permanent to remove from our skin, too late to change the traits we’ve adapted for ourselves
Using those traits as tickets to our direct flights
To get higher above the trials of life
Spending so much time in the clouds
Blurring our view of reality down below so all we see is the singular creation of the sky
And the moment we find the ground
We don’t feel solid
Don’t know how to root
We stay like cactus not able to reach down far enough
Exposed to everything arounds us
Growing spines and needles
Just so all the people around us won’t weather us away
Sometimes a few make their way through our shells, settle close to our centers
But when they leave we become hollow
No roots to root us to being a part of the earth
Only enough to know we are something to be used
We never realize that our residents never left
That we have been residing too
Cactus inside cactus
All looking through the same eyes
So close yet so far
Everyone’s vision skewed
Optical lenses all focusing wrong
Those with 20’ 20 vision practically blind
Everyone wearing prescriptions
That only seem to block out everything five feet in front of them
Most see pedestals rising high
Wealth, power, fame, beauty all so close
But what if they are the ones too far
It is all those who seem far that are close
So all the world watches as the earth spins in reverse
And if we went in reverse wouldn’t that make sense
Spread more kindness instead of hate
Peace instead of war
Sit down with a stranger not fearing who or what they may be
Running not afraid that any second we’ll run over the edge
If the world worked in reverse
Would we live instead of deceiving ourselves into living
In the end we are all so far from home
But we are all so close to together
So close but so far
Top to bottom bottom to top
Top to bottom
Bottom to top
We can’t seem to reach the middle
It’s either bottom or top
Precarious pedestals
Or compacting boxes
You either choose where you stand or it’s chosen for you
It’s a wonder why we never truly choose where we end up
When all that's stopping us is ourselves
We think ourselves lacking
So instead of creating ideas we latch onto those already in front of us
thinking that if we don’t grab
quick enough we'll drown in
an ocean of our own making
We grab it and hold fast
dumping the colors of the one singular idea over us hoping it’s permanent
Becoming dissatisfied every time we realize it isn’t
And when we see some other thing we want to be it’s then we think that the paint is too permanent to remove from our skin, too late to change the traits we’ve adapted for ourselves
Using those traits as tickets to our direct flights
To get higher above the trials of life
Spending so much time in the clouds
Blurring our view of reality down below so all we see is the singular creation of the sky
And the moment we find the ground
We don’t feel solid
Don’t know how to root
We stay like cactus not able to reach down far enough
Exposed to everything arounds us
Growing spines and needles
Just so all the people around us won’t weather us away
Sometimes a few make their way through our shells, settle close to our centers
But when they leave we become hollow
No roots to root us to being a part of the earth
Only enough to know we are something to be used
We never realize that our residents never left
That we have been residing too
Cactus inside cactus
All looking through the same eyes
So close yet so far
Everyone’s vision skewed
Optical lenses all focusing wrong
Those with 20’ 20 vision practically blind
Everyone wearing prescriptions
That only seem to block out everything five feet in front of them
Most see pedestals rising high
Wealth, power, fame, beauty all so close
But what if they are the ones too far
It is all those who seem far that are close
So all the world watches as the earth spins in reverse
And if we went in reverse wouldn’t that make sense
Spread more kindness instead of hate
Peace instead of war
Sit down with a stranger not fearing who or what they may be
Running not afraid that any second we’ll run over the edge
If the world worked in reverse
Would we live instead of deceiving ourselves into living
In the end we are all so far from home
But we are all so close to together
