This is it

How did I get here? What was my own journey?

At the start I didn’t know how far this would go

I only wanted to know about perspective

Filling in another elective on my list

I wasn’t prepared for the dip into my emotional waters

Where a ship has never been chartered to sail

For any voyage would be destined to fail for my own deficiencies

My own mental ease put on the back burner

Left to wonder if it will ever be fully formed

But sure enough it wormed its way front and center

As a splinter jabbed my heart and all bled out

I screamed and I shouted and nothing changed

No one to blame but the state of society

The notoriety of our systems, the webs in which we spin ourselves,

Unchallenged in the hell they create

Debates centered around the who’s who of what’s what

Rather than addressing the problems we carry in our gut

And so we talk about making change through storytelling

As if rebelling can be summed up in beautiful prose

All of our woes and worries distributed

Ticked off of a list of worldly problems

Searching for a universal solvent for the muck we find ourselves in

The art of storytelling is lost

At the cost of technological advancement

Oral tradition has no “placement” in our modern world

As we are whirled out of time

A dime a minute, a dime a dozen

Where we were once cousins we are not even friends

The trends to dissolution continues

And in the venue of a tale

We are compelled to grasp at the very last straws

And from the maw of the unseen future comes light

As bright as that of all the stars combined

It is mine and is yours to pour where you will

It is called hope and it is dope son

Because even if the “war” isn’t won there are those still going

Laboring in darkness waiting for the day to come

When the daylight sun will warm our skin

And the sin we were sinking ourselves in fades away

But to get there we need voices, enumerating our pain

“Today three more acres were cut down, we no longer have clean drinking water, Kinsa has an eye infection that will not go away, I worry that we will not have enough food for the next day.”

Transforming it into a cohesive whole that can be “sold” around the globe

a lodestone of change

Pulling it all in and giving it a spin so we can  all point north

And find worth in each other

Loving one another

It will be a long, hard journey

But this lovely world we live in needs us, just as much as we need it

So we will sit at the front of the bus

And not let history tell us what to do

For all of the stories ever told, there is another one waiting to break out of the mold