Journey

Do you travel through your life
Constantly having the soul from within
Torn out through your skin
Ripped out by uncaring others
Though they say they are your friend
And they'll help your soul to mend

Do you care for others less
Though they burn you to the ground
And don't even stay around
Heedless of the grief
The rebuilding of your soul
Never intended to be their goal

Should you be less involved
Keep your soul locked up tight
Never let it into the light
Build a wall good and thick
Do your best to keep at bay
Those that'd take your soul away

Would your path through life improve,
With a soul that's never torn
Never ripped by others thorns
Held tight deep inside you
Clasped to the only loving chest
Caring not for all the rest

Would you fester in this pit
In the darkest depths of your mind
Which no other is able to find
All alone and unloved
But also unhurt and still whole
Would that be best for your soul

Should you listen to me at all
Is the path I show you right
Will the journey avoid this plight
Should I avoid all the others
Bypass the anguish and pain
Make your soul whole again

Would you thank me if I did
Tell me in the end
That I am a true friend
Would you understand the lesson
Or would I just be like the rest
Ripping your soul through your chest

They say that pain lessens, with the passing of the years.
They say that your heart mends, with the flow of your tears.
They say that your mind adjusts, to repair all your fears
They tell you this, all straight-faced, do they believe their ears ?

The deceptions of the shallow.
The pain they seek to find.
Can't they see their transparency ?
How obvious is their mind ?

They tell you that the meek will inherit the earth, in the end.
They tell you to wear their yokel, for they really are your friend.
They tell you that they have you in mind, in everything they intend.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, do they think you're round the bend?

Their actions shout out loudly.
Their cover flaps in the breeze.
They duck and dive relentlessly.
Standing out amongst the trees.

They teach you their way of thinking, just to help you along.
They teach you how to sing correctly, so you can sing the family song.
They teach you how to live your lives, the meaning of the gong.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, they swear they know right from wrong.

They think, therefore they are.
That's what they need to believe.
They feel they need to control you.
Would they like what they'd receive ?

They say there is only one path, you must follow it to your grave.
They say their is only one answer, and you will know it if you're brave.
They say it is the way it's done, no matter how much you save.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, it's normality that they crave.

Here endeth the lesson,
Did you learn anything today ?
Did you gain a grain of knowledge ?
There's nothing else that I can say.

A man, sits on a chair, in a room,
and he says, "this is not normal"
and he is right

A woman gets on a bus and pays her fare
she has the right change,
and she thinks, "what are the odds"
and she is right

A child comes in from school, sits down for their tea
at the table, with mom dad and brothers three
and they gasp, "this is unnatural"
and they are right

You sit and read this poem, and you wonder,
what does it mean, what does it say,
He is abnormal
And you are right.

For nature has no rooms, has no chairs,
There are no buses to where you will go,
You will not sit down for any tea,
nor will brothers three
For that is not normal
And I am right

Can anybody hear me ?
IS IT BETTER IF I SHOUT
Can you even hear a whisper ?
Is there a mike about ?

AHH, THAT'S BETTER.
NOW, I STAND A CHANCE.
AHEM, EXCUSE ME,
CAN I INTERRUPT YOUR DANCE ?

I don't know if you care,
About the hunger and the pain.
The poor, the old, the needy,
Those with no hope to gain.

I don't care what you think of me.
I care about what I write.
I care about everybody.
I care about our plight.

'Our planet is dying',
'The world is going to end'
'Don't bother to listen son,
They're completely round the bend.'

STOP. Back up a bit,
That's where the teaching starts.
From the innocence of childhood,
We soon are forced apart.

I know you already know this.
I know it's widely known,
But man is the only creature,
Who hunts for pleasure alone.

What's even worse than that ?
How much lower can we go ?
Man is the only creature,
Who hunts his own for show.

We have a long history,
Of struggle and desire to gain,
But now that we've got here,
Let's try to ease the pain.

Surely we're now old enough,
For maturity to set in.
Let's learn about our surroundings,
Let global teaching begin.

The start is already behind us.
Our stride should lengthen fast.
Let's teach a greater awareness,
Learn progress from our past.

I don't know if you heard me,
Or if you understood any bit.
A lonely cry across the void,
Does silence obliterate it ?