Are we a beautiful accident or an unlucky mistake?
The human condition isn’t always so great.
Hate, darkness, grief, greed, loss and rage
everyday reality, sometimes hard to face
love ones lost, happy times pass
separation with no reconnection
loss of faith.
There’s ivory towers, shacks in the shit
millions of people, left in a pitt
of loneliness, worthlessness, loss and defeat
life on repeat,
left on the brink,
in steel bubbles they sink.
People with less gold smoulder in towers
poor means no safety, money means power
hard workers, frozen in place,
like slaves, they serve.
Really, is that what they deserve?
There’s rising hate of those who are different,
the aliens, the others,
the ones who are not US.
They’re taking over
they steal, they rape
all the uninformed rising hate.
Those “rats” are humans
But many cannot see
They’re in deeper shit than you or me.
Stability, austerity, deficits, debts
depression, poverty, the strikes, the hate,
the anger, the loss, the troubling fate.
Strong and stable, instability.
I wonder why many aren’t at their full ability?
An unlucky mistake?
It’s easy to believe.
Where is the end to human greed?
A beautiful accident?
a strange experience
it twists bright amongst the shit,
where sunny spots do exist.
Freedom gained, pain defeated
new lives come, diseases treated
friendly strangers on a train,
the completely weird human brain.
A beautiful accident, a strange existence.
Joy, forgiveness, gratefulness,
flows, within the collective consciousness
glows, with spots of golden happiness.
So, a beautiful accident or an unlucky mistake?
It’s already a confusing illusion,
so make yourself a pretty delusion.
dream big and strong.
There’s no such thing as dreaming too long.
Take some steps in the wrong direction.
To find the unexpected.
The moments that might burn bright, in the timeline of your existence.
Hold these moments and hold them strong
because these moments don’t last long.
Every moment will pass, fragment and fade.
Memory, precious, but a fragile case.
So don’t regret, forgive mistakes,
a beautiful accident we can create.
The world is not a rigid mould;
the world is playdough filled with gold.
You might feel small, I do too,
but collectively there’s much that we can do.
The many together are strong and stable.
The many together are powerfully able.
For the many, not the few,
one of the many is me and you.
So share some happiness, share some love
Stay strong, we’ll rise high above.