I could feign
Pretend away the tide
Rushing inwards
Forget my own tribe
Of people being people.
I could claim it's fake
Bury my head
Hoping it's a mistake
Not just apparent
It Coulda woulda be fine
If my stance was to kneel
Instead of digging into mine
To build me back better
The interpretation makes me sick
Explains and is inclusive
Almost like magic doing a trick
As I use my own self to understand
The last great Frontier
To manage ourselves
Cannot be done if there is fear
Of falling into the void.
It wasn't love and it wasn't hope
It was boiling rage
That vibed and spread over rope.
Given out as uncertainty.
Now I can't know what I gathered
Conciosness is quantum
But no one seems bothered
Since no one gets the mechanics.
W