The sound of laughter sing the beautiful song of what we once were.
The song of what we are right now is the beauty of what we have to show for.
It’s here…it’s right now…it’s there…it’s all that’s ever were.
Your call’s to me sound like the drums of acient Africa oh yes like the sound of Druid song’s.
Since I met you there has been no fumbling in the dead of night oh no but the blaze of sun and stars.
Its us…it’s us here now…it’s us there…we are all that’s ever were.
Unreality grows like the thief of the ivy and cover’s what’s not worth keeping.
We harvested it as crops and they quenched our hunger while covering the sadness of our world.
It’s the truth…it’s we as us…It’s the blinding light we emits…we can outshine it all.
It’s like the enchanting sound of oum at a Buhdda meditation, the same tone repeated to keep the trance.
Perfectly we let everyone else sing along in their own way as a song by a heavenly angelic choir.
It’s not just us…it’s all of us…it’s all we share…all of us is all that ever were.
We must pay tribute and attention to each other, the same as we also care for our loved ones.
Like Kant, “Act so that humanity in your own person as well as in any other person is never treated only as a means, but always also as a goal”.
It’s all of us…it’s who we are…it’s all we should stribe for…it should be all of us