The bubble burst you upon the scene
And you were having such a nice dream.
A dream where things are always fine
You didn't know you'd need to wake
Sometime.
To come forth from your nice warm place
Some blurry visions are all erased
When the place you are now in
Commands your thoughts, tries to teach
What it is this culture you have breached?
So many things we come to learn
So many we are told
Which road to take, for what to yearn
To just get old, or perhaps be bold,
Our views and lessons should be our own
Not worshiping another upon a throne
A throne that only man has created
From tales heard from distant ages
The truth becomes a blur in telling
Over the spans of ages dwelling
Upon this planet, this time born
We know more truth, than times in history
More uncouth.
So, take all with a grain of salt
No one knows for sure what we're all about
The energy, synapses sparks
Some un-tapped resourse, listen, hark!
For in the exploration is the key
To find out more of you and me.


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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I was going for birth and wondering about what everyone was talking about. Evolution rather than environment.
I have a book too. I will put it on offer here on Gather one day!
'We know more truth, than times in history
More uncouth.'
In some things true, but in some things a cloud has shielded such.
very much enjoyed this one.