Sorry… Out of Order

The reality of the brain that makes no sense:

Dream back and forth cliffs of destitute

Find a golden city in those synapses way deep

Bring forth brave unspoken words from the abyss

Reward those that try

Paint consciousness green so you can see it from far away

Make it obvious and don’t be afraid

Pain and fear go away at the time of creation

Feel a sense of greatness throughout

The world needs to stop and listen

Even if it means stopping the world from rotating on its axis to make it so

If intelligent life exists out there,

Let that not be the only intelligent life left in the universe

Because broken people break things

Including themselves

And you can’t mend it, just patch it up

And that’s not fair.

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