In a minute’s time, thoughts come and go/
As quickly as we brush past a shoulder unknown/
Without awareness, what happens is empty/
Create the desire and don’t be angry, be silly/
Loneliness in vulnerable hearts, imprinting upon the spirit/
Strong minds adapt/
They innately know how to clear it/
But with all that hope…
where is the fear at?/
Hold on,
I can feel that it’s trying/
Collecting the souls as they’re dying/
Sorry Sam, but no uncle crying/
Sincerely,
The conscious of a humane society/
Rooted Unit 