Ace Of Black Hearts
Caught Up In A Thought
Focusing on a mystical thought.
Something you can't hold in your hand.
But yet is very real.
The balloon will fall or float away unless you decide to grab it.
And hold on.
With all your might.
And bring life.
Let it become a living breathing creature.
Give it shape with no controls and see where it goes.
All you have is words to make a difference.
Leading with out sound, is an example that has yet to be found.
Only in the darkness can one find the light.
Or maybe I'm just not reading right..
Perspective pours through the ages of all time.
A life lived, is experience given.
Oh how we warp our ancestors wisdom.
When maybe we should not lean on there generation but our own.
Mirrors do not reflex images the same if similarities in the environment do not exist.
When our we going to wake up and realize this?
There has been a constant in this world.
As much there was.
The only thing we have is traditions and values.
And when they begin to conflict.
It is time change something.
Because it is a wheel that becomes stuck in the ice.
Nothing will ever get done in a society that can't come to some kind of a agreement.
Peace with all.
Why is that not possible?
Why do we not the ability to see that we need each other survive.
Every living creature, large and small.
Greed and gluttony is not needed in a place where we are truly happy.
To believe anything is just telling yourself a lie.
Unfortunate is it that running our nations are not scientist, but instead the man of the law.
Because science doesn't change to benefit specific individuals, or groups.
But instead it only changes by the facts, shattered or intact.
As mistakes are made, we are suppose make progress.
Yet in so many ways we just have a warped version of the very same past.
In circles we go not because we are confused, but instead because it is the way some people like it.
And I honestly would rather die fighting it then conform to the unnecessary.
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