spirit
A new way of seeing
A conscious way of be in
all paths lead back
Ordinary things are thin
Without seeing what binds them
A humour to begin to unravel the bin
The materialists and their sin
Lean on in
The eternalists don't want to live
Having already reached
They're cheating their sin
Having left the past in the dust
And the dust in the wind
All that remains
Is play
The way
The hedonists play the most
Forever with a boast
They come close
Electric when the most
They run to security of one another
Unknowing indoctrination and pure participation
The mind in constant circulation
They awe at the still water
With a narrow gaze
They never stay
They appear full of belly
Leering at the sweaty
Unbeknownst that's petty
The optimist in me
Does not wish to leave it be
And linger on negativity
But the shadow also must be free
So that the light can dance and give the
Hedonists a chance
Because while adolescent
They do not know what they possess
They use it the best
