You Take a Look Inside and What Do You Find?

You Take a Look Inside and What Do You Find?

We write down lines
Comparing love to an endless list
Of sometimes cheesy, sometimes heartfelt rhymes
It's almost as if we can't resist

A man just might begin to feel
After all those years of keeping it in
That this poetic emotion is real
No matter how its presence exists within

But that's what he sees when he looks inside
When he looks at himself
It's not what he sees when he steps outside
When he looks at the world

No, you see the poetry fades
Melts away with the ice
Drowns in liquidated fossils
And chokes on the smog

Because we'd rather press the green
In between the folds of our wallets
Than press our hands
To the beating heart of one whose beat stops.
At the touch of us

We rack up the cash
Not knowing it straps us down
Surgically, precisely, and without remorse
It removes our hearts

We are bought, sold, traded
We barter for synthetic sensations
We purchase artificial affection
We invest in falsified feelings

This world is far too beautiful
To run on money
This strip of paper that we take
And use to measure human worth

Human Life

A once priceless existence
A true blessing
Now a punishment to those born poor
And a pass for those born rich

A pass through life
Through purpose
We've decided that a self-appointed purpose
Equates to a more worthy existence

These men and women who live
Without sacrifice
Stand in suits worth more
Than the measured value of human life

They ask us to sacrifice
They ask us to believe
That for some artificially constructed reason
They are more important than us

So, what do they see in the mirror?
Kings and Queens born with divine right.
What do they see through their perfectly cleaned windows?
Peasants fooled into believing they are in control.

But the joke is on them
They aren't in charge either
Not the ones still living
But the ones who live on in printed green

From their graves
They dictate our lives

This world was meant to be
For love
By love
Real

And we, as humans, have managed
To ruin that truth
And replace it with an artificial construct
Of currency, carelessness, and real, absolute hate

Break down the walls built around your hearts
Break down the system that would equate your life
To any price, of any measure

We can love again

So love, seriously that's all you really need
Well, at least it should be...