“Through the blur, I wondered if i was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did. That everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that. A parents heart bared, beating forever outside it’s chest.”
Oh inverted world, you spin on despite your sickness. Accommodating such madness. Surrendering to a culture who’s lost the plot. We take and take some more like you owe us something, like we’re significant. There’s no satisfaction with the subtle. So we justify the greed to feed more than our needs. Sold ideas of separation to build our ego’s like walls to withstand the sizing up, the grading, the rating. The harder, the better, the faster, the stronger so we can outplay this sick game of ‘every man for himself’ we’ve mistaken for life. While people starve for food and connection we build walls and towers standing in silence on elevators. Bring us back to humbler times, when we knew just how insignificant we really were just by looking at the moon. When no man was as hungry for such a solitary glory, but united in love. I’m hopeful still. There has to be hope. The energies are getting lighter, lifting us into higher perspectives away from ourselves and into connection, compassion. I feel this shift, it’s stronger everyday. I’m hopeful still, there has to be hope.
I was shapeless and fit in your pocket. Shackled by perception, you make me what you need. I want to break free but will you break me down, just to feed your fast ballooning head? The signals I send are deflected again and triggered by your own reflection.
with his song 