Behind the bulletproof vest,
There is always penetration,
Impact of accumulation,
That’s hindered the elevation,
Of so many that disguise their fears,
In a low vibration,
Through consuming and reaching,
Irrespective of their teaching,
They reach for the world beyond them,
Not to serve – but instead to take,
Attempting to feel whole, never learning from mistakes.
If only they’d look from a different side,
And take a moment to swallow their pride,
To see that wholeness was always there,
It’s not a limited supply we need to share,
It’s all around us, all the time,
But they way we are living is becoming a crime.
Ignoring the abundance,
And conforming to a give and take,
Trying to balancing on a tightrope,
Between who we are, and what is fake.
Blinded by a false sense of identity,
Sold to you by a million dollar company,
When will we finally stop and take care,
Of each other’s hearts, to rid of the despair.