I hear echos of disconnection
Friends, and family, in the noise
Severed cords once persistent
Gone, we are distant

As death cleaves us
My mind wanders
It wonders of a time gone by
A time to say goodbye

My life, so grey, it’s so not me
Like wilting petals limp on the asphalt
Directionless, with a side of melancholy
Blown away like autumn leaves

As I grow, I become
I become who I am
My voice’s pitch sounds like me
It carries grace, and confidence you see

It won’t be long now
I will be me

Are you a good person?
Do you feel it in your bones?
Does waking lift your heart?
Are you ready to start?

As you feel your day,
does it feel like magic?
Do the pieces fit?
Does your life flow with it?

As we make our mark on the world.
We’ll find glittering gold.
In the recesses of our minds,
in the spirit of our kind.

Like pieces of a puzzle,
ready to connect.
We wait for what’s next.

When we can order Amazon Prime Now
As the Uber driver drops our eats
While we play our mobile games
As Netflix streams in the background

It’s impossible to believe the impossible
Could our world dissolve into illusion?
How could our mighty country fall?
Who can believe the gall?

With the world literally at our fingertips
It’s difficult to believe the impossible
Did the Germans believe they would fall?
While their generals stood tall

As I sit, I think of the duality,
as I see the stream of time,
as a well-tuned instrument,
I hear it play.

I feel the vibrations of now,
as I am the feedback loop,
as I am eternal reality,
as we are the duality.