you.
me.
him.
her.
us...
and them.
classification.
an act of separation.
put the pieces together for sanity,
unaware of truth,
reality.
battles between us with no intent,
your god, my god,
he's gay...and she's not.
living beneath a blindfold.
a dark, heavy blindfold.
but, ignorance is bliss right?
well, then why do I lay awake at night
dreaming,
eyes open,
dreaming,
of the vast ocean where
creatures,
bazaar creatures of the deep
live...no,
thrive with no sleep,
in a world within a world.
I wonder if they dream of us too.
can they imagine me..or you?
or do they dream of worlds unseen?
where souls matter more than green,
where limitations do not persist,
where us and them,
do more than coexist,
where no man has a use for blow,
there,
there is where I'd like to go.