Another Day
Take your opinion, I don't want it. It's pasted on your forehead and your implanted ideas that you claim as your own. You've claimed a color (blue!) and made it your identity. I dare you to blend it and make it purple. Climb over the fence to the other "side" and find yourself in others. I want to hear what lights you up and pours sweet nectar on your desire. I want you to sing to me the song of your soul, with perfect pitch that shatters the illusion of separation. My opinions? Oh, I got tired of them, so I poured them down the drain and took off all my clothes and felt my body come alive in the sunshine. I want to unzip my head and take out my brain and give it a good sunbath as well. To absorb those codes and remember my cosmic origins. The sun hides today and the rain reminds me to make stew and burn incense and dance like it's my last day on Earth because maybe it is. I look for jobs and cry and cry. Because I feel like my entire being is screaming to be ...