belief iii

don’t believe the hype of the revolution not being televised in an age of cameras filming every waking breath of a child born into a world where every move is deciphered by everybody else but the person making the moves with a constant feedback mechanism correcting every error and leaving no room for the happy accidents that lead to breakthroughs which change the entire world in one fell swoop cutting down all trees that have stood too tall to withstand the test of time, shielding all young ones from the blazing sun to be used as pathways for communication between two people who would have met no other way from across the world to fall in love thanks to digital portal windows into new worlds shown to every waking eye that pays the price for life to join the masses in celebrating feats their forefathers could never have dreamed up, sold a dream about pipes filled with black gold sent through lands owned by indigenous people who sit by and watch in solemn disgust as their lives are pillaged to make the world a better place calling them savages mislabeled in every book they do not write about themselves, who is to blame for the atrocities we see and believe when regardless of the outcome we say it must be the king who decided how his lowly subjects must be and we need not question his decision only accept that he wants what is best for us even though it causes us pain in the short run, they say time tells all things or tests all ideas and eventually all things make sense to the master with the plan but the subjects never decipher until they surrender and stop relying on their expected outcomes, who comes out with these words proclaimed as the truth self referencing as the yardstick by which it must be judged claiming to not judge the faults of the mortal man who must rise to perfection like his father but deny his very nature to do that, is art to blame for the artist’s mistake? or are the songs we sing worth nothing in the end? just placating drug infused addicts sticking to what makes us feel better than the previous moment in the hopes that we can keep death at bay for one more day to say hooray! I did something with my life today and made mother proud enough of all the things she taught me as a child to abandon as an adult who now sees the world through rose colored lens and thanks his parents for all they did because now he has a child born into a world different from his except for certain truths still remain, that we have no idea who are we, and what we are here for but continue to learn the mysteries of the wind and how its power can be harnessed to increase life for all who agree with our way of life, striving to be more

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