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