The horror is too unconfrontable,
The pleasure inviting beyond words,
Happiness, however we do it,
Bowing to sensation, then comes the blur.
Digging so deep into reality,
Digging so deep into our minds,
Digging so deep into our pasts that we still keep
too close to what we do and who we are.
Horrors that died in past obsessions,
One wonders why one life seems true enough,
You simply can’t remember such violent memories,
Whether done to you or you did to someone else.
Please take a long breath and hear me clearly,
Your past lives seem so blank because they’re black,
From drowning in the pain of what really happened,
To you and others loved and now they’re gone.
You also had a part in all that sorrow,
It didn’t all just happen to little ole you,
People have their ways of now responding,
Whether words, an angry fist, or a loaded gun.
The point I’m trying to make is we’re all human,
We didn’t get this way by being pure,
We tried in vain to right what seemed in error,
But it’s suicide to now believe there is no cure.
I’m trying to wake you up to what you’re facing,
You’ve gotta make a stab and raise the bar,
The price you pay for never really looking,
Is never really knowing who you are.
Maybe you’ve decided you are happy,
Maybe you’ve already raised the bar,
Maybe you have heard enough of preaching,
Then continue opening layers of who you are.