Grown in isolation, in a petri dish of pain;
we wonder why this world of ours is totally insane.
We swim below the surface, beneath the world that’s real;
wondering why ’tis drowning is all that we can feel.
As we sink in desperation, the black depths below;
we never feel the beauty that is this planet’s flow.
Perhaps if we stop struggling, just float along at ease;
we can find the shoreline of these turbulent seas.
That place we know within our hearts awaits us, always there;
that place where there is beauty and lies are all stripped bare.
Or, perhaps there is no future for those who’ve taken all;
perhaps it is the time for us to pass beyond the wall.
To go down to a lower world and learn from our mistakes;
sometimes a backward step is all that advancement takes.
Whatever way we now should choose, a change is clearly near;
let’s meet with it responsibly and not succumb to fear.