I’m so trapped between
We can pull this together
And let it burn
So close to choosing either
My heart it wants to place to be the paradise it is
But my mind is so angry
And is so angry that people keep demanding more out of me
I wish I could scream on the outside
Just wail
This place is so disappointing
Everything is so beautiful and so hideous
And the hideousness doesn’t make the beauty more apparent
It consumes it and turns it into toxic waste
This is not a matter of yin and yang
This isn’t a matter of balance
The sickness of this place so far outstrips the beauty
Beauty doesn’t need the hideousness to exist
But the hideousness needs the beauty
So it can pretend to lul people into a feeling of safety amongst it
I wish my soul could speak to these humans
As it speaks to these great beings
I wish there was a stage to stand on
And have people listen
That we’re all people
And that it’s all our responsibility to take care of this planet
And taking care of this planet includes taking care of all her babies
This great silent Mother
Upon her grows so many things
If we have the wherewithal to know to care
We should care for everything we can
We are different, are we not?
From her other creatures
The butterfly doesn’t care that it’s 2pm
The crow doesn’t mind the traffic
The flower doesn’t care that there’s pavement there
We decided to exist in a different world than them instead of embracing the world and learning to live with her
Should we not?
I can’t think of a reason not to care for everything
I can’t imagine enjoying their suffering
Everyone is happy with their roles
They’ll all be joining me in poverty soon
They’ll never remember I told them so
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