Playing With God Poem by Max McGovern

How is it you can teach me?
How can I be un-taught?
I must return Divinity,
Beginning Inner Thought.

Between the lines.
Behind the scenes.
The earth defines
the Life and Dreams.

How is it you can see me?
Why is it things are bought?
I must return Infinity
All Answers found and sought.

Unlock the doors,
Perception cleansed.
Turn on, dropp out,
Tune in and binge.

Delight in every-
One and all.
These Things of man
They’re built to fall.

The Knowers know
The way to go.
Controlling others
stops the flow.

How is it they can’t just be?
Is being not enough?
Why put on all these masquerades?
Too cold? Too old? Too tough?
Maybe it’s the property,
The loving of the stuff.
Some men just love their things so much
They just can’t get enough.

So why then must they trap us too?
Inside their silly games.
We love, we laugh, we’re wild- but you?
You’re simple, old and sane.


The Change is part of everything.
Insane and good and bad.
The Change should help, in time, to bring
The joy to All that’s sad.

So when it comes,
And come it will,
You must be ready for the day.
You mustn’t let them talk you out of it.
Set course for change and stay.