And the Toil of the Gods Was Great Part1
AND THE TOIL OF THE GODS WAS GREAT part1
{I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us
in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.}
Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost
Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake.
Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost
For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake
Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time
An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children
Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign
So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden
Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are
A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear
Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star
We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here
Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle
Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare
As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible
A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear
Copyright © Brian Stewart | Year Posted 2011
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