And
Strings Attached
Melancholy’s
my home, living in the seas of sadness
Wednesday’s
child, a destiny of lovelessness
Universe
of entanglement, the curse of constant opposite
Reach out
beyond my gravity and I discover absolute uncertainty
My mind,
the mind, closest and only entity that makes us humanity
To think
emotionally is the savage named emotionalist
We’re
born tabula rasa, virgins of our planet
We’re
cast by superstition, religion, nationalism and tribal into the dystopian
The
fight’s for volition to be done thru’ reason
Consciousness
our unique human realization
All these
building blocks that come together chipped and scarred
Miraculous
the existence of sublime human nature not charred
So we’ve
the choice to make for there’s no excuse, for adult’s sake!
Drink
sake and awake with a headache?
Out from
the confused jungle of arrogant humanity, I stumble
Gathered
and rational, from nano particle to physical, am I the alien?
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