We Take what we can not Make.
For gods Sake.
An excuse to be phony and Fake.
We cut down a tree and don't bother to Rake what it Leaves.
We worship a currency which constantly Decieve us to Believe their is something out Their to Compare with what is
already with-in.
We hide behing our Persona.
Eternally storing our Drama.
To a vault with no locks.
But yet we keep the door closed.
Scared of what we might find.
WE're constamtly reaching out.
Ignoring our own shadow which shout.
Everything you see is an Illusion of Confusion.
For with-in us all lies a metaphoric demon
Not of Resolution but of Revelation.
Not of demoralization but of creation.
Wholeness, Completeness
Balance shall never be truly Achieved.
No matter how Intrigued.
Guilty we should all plead.
Instead of looking somewhere else.
The only wall we create are to protect us from some synthetic Insecurities.
Inferiorities reside only in the food chain.
And securities have never been of our nature.