Belief

My name means nothing, Nor does my secret belief, Nor do his or hers or theirs or ours, For we are all doomed to romanticizethe infant innocence of utopian fantasy, And by this disposition, choose harrowing disappointment of the largest sort. Yet the "why" is the key to such hope. Belief becomes the light of faith, And devotion holds the shine of want,which slips into the darkness of obsession. Transforming the idealistic fantasy, into the line that drives us to inevitable separation, Giving nature more power than purpose. Feeding selfishness with paranoia, and starving the lost Atlantis of the imagined human spirit, until it becomes a fragile teardrop shed into a hell flame. And men lose their minds to shadows, And mothers lose their comfort to survival, And babies dream of the now impossible. Growing to choose, learning to lose, and striving to be carbon copies of eyes that used to want what tender hearts once dreamed. And hope for complete unity is abandoned, lost, and forgotten like nightmares... Yet we believe and bleed ourselves dry of reasons to do what would heal ourselves. Trashing the stitches as wounds bleed freely, Willingly wasting the remedy as we vomit and groan from the effects of our own poison. Blaming life, blaming nature, blaming all but the fear that leads us to separated hearts... And out of all the beliefs, and out of all ideas, We cling to differences rather than come together by the foundation of truth hidden within the message our spirits ignore... "If we do not love each other, we will never reach our potential, and as a result, we will ultimately destroy ourselves."