Birds sat on bark-less boughs and found nirvana
We spend days searching for the end of the string
Only to find it chewed off, leading nowhere
Time is made up by creating things out of thin air.
It's hard to admit a mistake, for
Pride is written in the genetic program
The rules and strategies are passed on
Like in a relay race, handing off batons.
Excuses, lies, and scapegoats
It's not difficult to hide the truth,
True intentions, and the real plan
It's just emotions that one has to ban.
An eye for an eye is never justified
As long as there are benefits for one,
Money and status, all can turn blind--
Who cares about being kind?
Composed on: June 2nd, 2010
