As trust becomes a little less evident
A line you drew long ago now doesn’t exist.
Once you tear at the fabric of humanity
Do you ever try to conceal, what once you laid claim to?
Foreboding, yet forgiving is a heavy heart that lasts
Without a cause you destroy all faith
Leave nothing in your wake but empty souls full of hate.
Your deity may save that soul of yours
But don’t you have to be dead first?
When those of us in the know realize in haste
What others it takes years to absorb
We lose prospect of the kernel of satisfaction
We would have had, if everyone heard us.
Yet we are the crazy ones in life
The ones you think are a bit odd
Maybe even weird.
We subsist with wanton abandonment
Do crazy things like think with our heads
Try to figure things out, ourselves
Without being told what we are or are not supposed to believe.
We cry out for knowledge, and obtain it
It isn’t the kind of knowledge you read in a book,
We want to live life
We want to breathe clean air
We want to eat actual food
Not processed bullshit that they claim is food
But real, tangible, edible food.
We don’t like rules,
Or anything that tells us what we can or cannot do.
If we are faced with them,
Then we test that boundary, because we are learning
Because we want to understand.
We are free
We are unbiased
We are loyal
We are one.