Wake Up!
What comes out
What comes out
When you finally realize your whole life
You've been structured against nature
Yet taught to embrace something so powerful
That even the twisty parts
Are worthwhile in shaping your foundation
This feeling
This feeling
Has been twisting up in me for some time
Why is it that some who taught me how to love
Seem to know little about the subject which they teach
Oh they love alright
But they love what they know
What they can understand
They love
They love alright
But they love a creator
Who suits purposes
Politics
And affirmations
Of the selves they want to see
The selves society
Has convinced them
They must be
If they profess
To be great lovers
If they profess
To know my Christ
But it seems we all know
A slightly different man
And it seems
We all know a slightly different world
When did what I see
And what you see
Have to be mirror images
When did we stop shooting for the moon
And decide a satellite could be our eyes
Or that the people hurting most
Were not our family
Not our responsibility
So many help
Only the people
Who don't make them uncomfortable
Who don't jeopardize
Their reputations
Their feelings
Or beliefs
When did we stop
Wanting to be challenged
When did we decide
That a simple label was enough
To put a person
In a file in the mind
Where we never had to look again
Unless we absolutely had to
For an audit
Or a conscience cleansing
Well friends,
My filing cabinet is a mess
My labels are in the shredder
And instead of trying to push myself
Into the square hole office
One more time
I accept that I might be round
Or I might be some shape
Geometry doesn't know about
The abstract
But even that is a label
And I don't want anyone to be that
Let's be people
Let's love
Let's look at the moon
And regain our sense of wonder
And our passion to learn
To accept
Let's free ourselves
From any chains
That bind us
From who
We t
ruly want to be
Disclaimer: This expression does not by any means describe everyone. I have had many beautiful instructors who've taught me how to love. My parents, for example, really helped me build a foundation that I continue to springboard from each day. I know that there are great lovers in all religions, faiths, and backgrounds. This describes a small group of people and a way I have come to feel on occasion. It is not intended as a judgment on anyone, but a lament for any humans out there who are struggling (like me) in the art of loving, and are trapped by their own entanglements. This is also a cry to our society to wake up and put action behind the love we profess to have for our fellow man<p></p>