i want to know why the birds fly high
and I'm left down here to wonder why
where thunderclouds can drop their rain
where monkeys cling to themselves, insane,
the place down here where dreams come to die
and it is up to us to sit here to wonder why.
what is it like to soar above the clouds?
with sunshine blanket warming your doubts
here, where the limited time we have in flight
is all transformed, defined, as day and night.
dollars and cents for tomorrow's job well done,
two drinks to numb you into today's rerun.
robotification of all your sensations,
you're tossed to the ground like a cigarette
a whole divine creation for our exploration,
instead put into boxes and buried in debt.
and its all a mirror into the inside complexities we possess
after all we have been building since the beginning of time.
where did it come from, the disease over which we obsess?
consumes and controls the mind to dream in fantastic lies.
when did johnny appleseed pass by and scatter all these seeds?
why were we ever filled to the top with insatiable desire for needs?
how come the orchard has become populated with so many bad trees?
who can we blame for the ignorance that blows in the breeze?
there is a long cement corridor filled on both sides with barred cells,
the jailhouse is packed today, not a vacancy left in this infinite place.
and i'm reaching out as far as i can to touch the other side's walls,
desperate for a chance to compare it to my humble space.
and perhaps more frustrating than never reaching
to fully understand my neighbor
are the ones who refuse to reach out their hand
and resign to one more cycle of labor.
is there some frequency of light that only blinds some eyes?
and if thats true i wonder what wavelengths i am blinded by…
maybe if i sit for long enough against the prison bars that contain me,
and forget that i am completely stuck,
i might awake to find i slipped right through,
a turning of my luck.
