Flowlosophy (Original Poetry)

Just one voice can feel little-bitty
and politics have always been shitty.
Thoughts are always racing away,
trying to lead all our ideas astray.
The ego whispers that we know best
and leads us to judge all of the rest.
Each day finds ways to sing the blues,
but most of them are just fake news.
I could find plenty of reasons to drink
or find some other way not to think,
but I look to the sky and all of these stars
and I find some peace inside these bars.
Life is what we make of it in the end,
so I let the bullshit go, focus, and then,
the path I walk doesn't feel so alone,
I'm not beholden to what I don't condone.
Life is more complicated than I perceive;
An idea can change the world if I believe.
Truth isn't something that can be shown,
it transcends perspective and can only be known.
Before I waste my time trying to convince
or convicting another until he repents,
I need to look inward for the answers I seek;
Consciousness doesn't plateau or peak.
Awareness expands in an unending fashion;
Compassion is an endless inferno of passion.
When it's all said and done, remember my name,
I am one with the stars and born of the flame.