Differences are contrasts
that make me take stock
view points change
according to the casting of the shadows
we can not ever hope to know the whole truth
so grab your flickers with both hands tightly
and never let go
logic fails where love conquers
and deception mimics truth so sweetly,
so innocently
it defies suspicion.
popular agreement is heralded
by the herald only
no thinking necessary
we loved to be told what is what
true sheep
never looking twice just following the herd
but the blackest ones
the prized and persecuted ones
they were lions in wool
and more black lambs are becoming rams
and the mirror hiding truth will crack
and the Walls of our confines will be broken
only problem is
how do we know we want it?
want the unknown
sounds awfully complicated to me?
which pied piper will we choose?
and if we could
who would let us live
peacefully without interruption
our truths
Our beliefs
our customs
our souls
our love
our peace
our true self determination
without the need for cattle prods
and gags
slaughter houses of reality
playing on my mind
begging the realisiation
of my soul.