What if I fell? What if I fell and never stopped? Could I fall through time Could I exist only within myself? Then what would happen if I did stop? Suspended in midair, Would I find beauty or worthlessness? Would I find life within my reach Right then and there? Or would I see that everything is nothing That I am, yet I am not. Am I trapped inside my skin? Am I trapped in a prosthetic body, A prosthetic society? If I lay on the ground And took a breath Would the world breathe with me? Could I become a piece of nature Could I just simply be? Why do I search for pointless meanings? If I found the answers, would I be happy Or even more alone? Whys and what ifs cloud my head The haze is a gentle push To be more than it is that I am I feel nothing, yet I feel every little thing Why won't I accept? Why do I swim in possibilities That pull me back and forth? Dancing around in numbness Yet emotions sit right next to me Entertaining the idea That this is all that's left
shh.. Don't speak loudly And listen to the ground So much to say and a lot to do before we die Would you even know a meaning or two Of the meanings of life ? The soul and the ground They say shhhh And listen to the old ones alive They came along time ago from the ground And they know how to walk on the grass And how you should walk down and just watch the sky Do you even know how to walk along the oceans With your beloved wife? I can see your soul tearing up by those eyes Trying to speaks quietly but you just dont know how.
Broken not spoken. Injured not healing for what have we done? This garden of ours where we wind away the hours amongst the roses has all but gone - for the world is broken, damaged and beyond repair as we all sit in our lair, of consumerism and capital divide.
Why can we not live as one? Instead we resort to bombs, collateral damage without any thought, for this war is never won. Oh COVID what have you done? You came along at the worse time a clear year for many without fear - now that has all but gone, the instigation of fear you bought with you that runs deep. Creating dividends that divide and not untie.
For the world is broken. Damaged and makes no sense. Did we ever learn to heal or does the war that has been raging still go on?
Now what have we done? Damaged you beyond belief and yet as we go one, no turning back to previous life. Instead earth you are punishing us. For damaging you throughout humankinds existent. But don't worry,
we created a broken world.
An observation on life, and the destruction by humankind on planet earth during a pandemic.
Is it just another perspective? Or is it a much broader lie? Is it what makes you fly into the sky? Or is it that something that helps you through the night?
Is it just an expression of thoughts? Is it just some feelings that you bought? For someone, from someone? Or is it everything that you sought?
Is it like writing your life script? Or yet another piece of paper that you ripped? Is it just some words you could gather? Or is it out there forever, Once you pieced those words together?
Is it just a combination of phrases and words? Or is it expounding on a fairy tale that you heard? Is it just a mysterious experience? Or is it something more serious?
Is it an escape from this cruel world? Or is it a declaration of truth with a banner unfurled? Is it like God speaking through you? Or is it always within you? Maybe in different forms and styles, Something that makes you stop and stay awhile?
Is it a catharsis of a tragedy? Or something to help you keep steady? Is it ever hostile? Or does it always makes you smile?