Every treasured moment of sobriety Every fleeting instant of clarity Drive me further The problem is all around us Piercing our souls with its perfect integration Everything we consume, Everything we have been taught to be, Everything we do and are and desire not to be The answer calls to us A glimpse of green forest through a rapidly closing factory door Trapping us into a sterile existence Where we expend our meager energies On a pyramidal tomb For those who hold the whip and the gun and the check We know that already we have been buried alive In sacrifice to these men who think themselves gods Profanity against our very existence And subtle slavery renamed capitalism 40 acres and a mule is little recompense Every true art has dealt with this Since the dawn of civilization Good art escapes from the realization Better art struggles with it Great art transcends all Every authentic author, poet, sculptor, filmmaker, Painter and Preschooler has fought with their medium To make sense of the aberration from rational existence That Humanity has become Every real religion is an attempt to realign this aberration Every futile philosophy examines or explains or exonerate it Every pallid politik and drowning drug addict seeks to escape it While the mindless millions acquiesce and accept it as "reality" 51 weeks out of the year I am the hopeless wretch Who understands with frightening and dismal clarity The self-destructive path we have created The terrible tomb we are building The almost closed door we are on the wrong side of Usually I am happy to poison myself into escapism Or scribe philosophic meanderings on how things could be But 1 week Seven days each year I am Ghandi I channel Mother Theresa I walk on water as Jesus I meditate under the lotus with Buddha And chant with Krishna This is what I seek and find In communion and love With my brothers and sisters at Rainbow
