Life is all around, some days,
when it plays us for the longest time,
before we all shout out,
begging for a clue, somehow.
Do we ask too much,
in our own mime,
or should we just keep
our heads down, we’ll be fine?
If we ever reach a place, somewhere,
within our crowns a lucky jewel,
we’ll tend the weak not suffer fools,
or bend down on our knees so much,
I’ll soar high with wings
and fly above it all, someday –
untethered and unashamed –
to a life I can fit inside
and dream my daydreams in –
an ethereal place, a love, something,
a space, a void, a trust, a twist, some day.
Before we live or die, been worshiped
by those who try, somewhere,
just promise me that once we leave
we let our minds pave the way
and seek out mankind, someday.