crying inside over man
over country
disillusioned by the way of it all
universe grows like a plague
like a flower
no one i know doesn't search for the walls
when i was young i was hope in a bottle
limited none by the ground or the sky
water and sun
i would grow and grow
limited now by the span of my life
what if i was supposed to be
a butterfly on the sleeve
of an aging
dying human being?
and what if i was supposed to carry
the words she spoke to me
past the tallest trees
through the galaxy?
i thought my life would have more purpose
i thought my day would come to call
i thought my gifts
like constellations
were clear to all
to all
minimum wage for the work of the masses
stealing their chance with their 8 dollar bills
falling behind under stress and distraction
never do find what they're born to fulfill
what if i was supposed to be
an avalanche down the steep
of an underwater mountain peak?
and what if i was supposed to bury
treasure no eyes had seen
since the ship was sunk over lust and greed?
i thought my life would have more purpose
i thought my day would come to call
i thought my gifts
like constellations
were clear to all
to all
i know when i go i won't ask for the meaning
i'll laugh at it all like a big old bear
i'll laugh at myself for the sleepless nights
the purpose i sought was a younger man's care