Hands & Feet

     Social beings
   Separated
 Segregated
 Apart from the tie so binding!
 The link that makes us so damn beautiful!

It is the things we do
That harm and blind and tear us away from our human potential.

I'm not down with the positive
Or the negative.
I'm up with the ideal.
Aspire for the ideal
"the way things are"
Nothing more than
Borders
Pieces
Scattered and guarded with promises of certainty
 This
Bliss, is the off button for the human experience
No way no how no more.

The group, the cluster, the off button for self.
Falsely signifying a detachment from the whole
 Pieces
Scattered
Inspiring hate.
Dissent
Standards
Based on the external
Dividing the internal.
Robbing one
Of spirit, soul, of existence.
"I am only in relation to the other, therefore I am"
fucking dead inside and out.
Death aspires to nothing
The end
Is
Just the way things are
Have always been