There is a struggle
in the depths of me
Deep, deep, deep within me
Breaking out of my shell
It's too constricting
It's too restricting
It has me thinking
about human beings
and all their things
Distractions
from truthful actions
Patterns of failure
paints over utopia
The failure becomes normal
as Heaven on Earth drifts into the background
But cities are still campgrounds
Sophistication can't hide simplicity
even in the city
Cave men with electricity
still using sticks and stones
to break each other's bones
