connecting*the*dots

society breeds the open wounds
digging in to conquer tunes
of nature and beauty
but somehow you must move me
with those classic ads
cyclical campaigns
now i’m all caught up in your brain
a participant in the game

what am i to do?
when my existance become more than one, but two?

one is who i am in my heart
allowing me to stand tall and part my hair if i need to see
all that surrounds the essence of me.
but the second is profoundly another
like a long lost distant brother
a slave to this society
a direct contradiction to me

contempt comes from where we stand
and how we fall
the nature of moving forward
the gift of standing tall

standing tall…
for what?
have we just overlooked the gluttony of our american history?
oh, wait, i’m sorry that would be "society"
where everything is hyped and nothing is for free