Would I run for the waters if I could not breathe the air.
Would you claw for the key to break you out of jail.
Taking chances, grabbing hold of stories,
Grabbing hold of hope.
When throats clench, the warden turns his back,
We jump the wire fence,
A moment on the chance,
That if we escape the confines of our nested brutal homes,
We might find peace and break free old matryoshka bones.
Would I run for the waters, would I jump to the sun;
If I were frozen in a block of ice,
And felt the cold like stone.
Its frigid heat shattering my toes and nose.
Of course I’d run towards the sun;
It need not matter where I go.
Rise, children of mother Eve, and do what you’ve born to do.
Go run for the waters when the air is constricting you.
Jump for the sun when the ice is far too cold to bear.
Sprint towards a future where your pains and sorrows beware.
If I can run when I am choking, grasp for branches hoping;
Then why can I not find my way to truth?
What is the meaning of this existence where we all stand choking,
All sit frozen,
Trapped in our human block of godless ice.
We sit in our homes on leather sofas watching television shows,
Ripping meat off the bones.
When we die, what then?
What water to run to when it ends?
Run child run;
For the things you’ve been told aren’t true.
You’ve been tricked by worldly deception,
Brought to knees against gold and green,
Broken down to pieces.
You’ve been broken down to shreds.
Run to the waters if you cannot breathe the air;
Run to truth when the lies are stripped bare.
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