myself instead of ourselves.
was it the idea of inequality?
feeling better while demeaning another
fulfilling an image you created in your mind
knowing its a lie, hard because you fight up-stream
when we created and chose the hard road
it could be anything
we lost ourselves, the connection
beyond all inside in turmoil
waiting to free itself
a butterfly goes through hell
to show the beauty of its cause.
Its life may be two seasons
how its seen isn’t really understood
it never forgot
the path it took to fly free
that something we
forgot about our own self
equal in birth only the endurance comes after.
We fought like hell to be born, breathe and live
that’s why I ask when did we lose…
the connection between us
something beyond all the distractions we make
towards a unity that goes way beyond skin and bones
from the tip of your heart to the depth of your soul
even though the dreams, nightmares, and tales
until we realize there are no losers in this life.
we all are the same.
so how could we lose or forget the happiness
there isn’t loss with Love
it can only deliver the same, always has.
Its divinity can create nothing else.
Free will though it lulls us to sleep
to the point where we separate and hide
from all we love in the material world that won’t last
so lose nothing and gain only…
it’s the only thing you were brought here to do.
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