What is the nature
of our struggle?
Words of the air,
or images in stone?
We raise our eyes
in times of trouble,
Hoping that someone
is watching us below.
Hearts so heavy
we cannot bear them.
Seeking for the
buoyancy of hope.
Never quite avoiding
the edge of this world.
Seeking true North
on our journey home.
One might think
that we’ve been lost in this
for so long it is obvious
that we don’t know our consciousness
is everything we thought it is.
And we have lost the plot,
it seems.
From knowing how to read our dreams
to knowing what the stars can see.
We’ve forgotten reality.
We wake up each day,
muddle through the systems
as we tarnish our souls.
Trade sensation for wisdom,
knowing that there’s something
missing from our core.
We feel it in our bones.
Words in the air
and messages in stone.
What keeps us
on the treadmill,
running the unending race.
Slaving for the masters.
dying just to keep the pace.
It’s coming,
all this running
will set us free someday,
when we lay cold in our graves.
There is more to this
than just the day-to-day.
Ever wonder why you’re so afraid
to question anything our heroes say?
Conditioned to avoid,
just join the masquerade.
or listen to the yearning
of your soul.
The word is in the air.
It’s written in the stone.
DJR – 2023
