How will we get through this thickness and distraction
How will we uncover the parts that are ours
How will we create the space we deserve
Why is it not something that we get to have
Where is the land of fairy tale dreams
Where are the places where emerald eclipses the pain
Where is our nook to see through to the golden sky
How will we escape the tormenters
Why are we surrounded by so many
Why are the few so powerful that they feel like many
Why do we give them the power to take
How do we reclaim that power and tell them no
How do we turn and see what is really there
Where are the lenses of reality
Where is the glory and hope of accuracy
Where is the land that provides us respite
Where is the pocket of cozy, tucked in dreaming
Why does this so often feel like a fight
Why do we not get to keep the moments that are ours
The moments that are tinged in crimson and silver
And wrapped in jewels and gold
Where is the place that we get to enjoy the journey
Where do we get to uncover the map to our destination
With excitement, intrigue and mysterious delight
Why do we not get to have what is ours
Why is it being taken away
Are we among those that are taking it away
How do we stop the cycle of destruction
How do we uncover the foundation that we feel
That our subtle bodies can tingle and respond to
How do we stick to the truths that are rooted in us
Not the way they have been portrayed
Not the way they have been conditioned
Not the way they have been stunted
How do we go with our intrinsic and pure truths
Why is this being taken away
And, are we inadvertently part of those taking
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