written word used to be for witches and wizards
now it's drifting away as our collective mind withers
self reflection helps you climb a ladder up the highest towers
where you can see natures pattern defining power
it's in the hexagon of honey combs where energy is stored
primal lexicon detects the trees a bear shakes a little more
when hive meets floor it changes from what it was before
but the hex is only rearranged from the gravity of force
a broken symbol of our heritage buried in it's source
a man walks by the broken hive and picks up the smallest piece
dripping with an energy he wants to help release
it's held in simple moments when kids start throwing tantrums
instinct to stretch the limits we seem to impose at random
diving tandum in the soup we rise up from the Earth
loving parent aware some children lower what it's worth
waves are glowing and we surf with jars alive with light
illuminate the essence which you strive to keep in sight
open the mason jar and call your spirit free
or leave it closed becoming a torch that burns up history
we learn to see the pattern that sets our wishes free
the recognition of what matters becomes delicious treat
heat rising in mirages beckons to your soul
begging you for seconds lent that let them get control
feed the wolf you need the strongest for battles yet to come
purge the fear inside your heart with hand fulls of said and done
regret has won in games they play gambling with our life
where all the Gods from history scramble for our prize
it's wise to let them carry off what you haven't nailed to floor
just remember what you lose because you need a little more
there's prices that we pay and nature knows the toll
begging for control it asks for pennies on the dollar
a price to high for some when having plenty is a bother
greed can shape the way you live and even how you die
so always know that hexagon is staring in your eyes
never in surprise or waiting for it's chance
it's wise to know what bait is when the hunt becomes your hand
it gives all of what you cherish when you kneel to the demand
life and death living in a balance makes it challenging to stand
the challenge that we have is finding how to live and die
without losing what we have and giving all we've done to time
there's something wrong and something right in every choice you have
find the strength in a voice you can raise without becoming bad
there's power in our lungs that resonate with tones
focus on which ones make you feel the most alone
leave behind the venom and savor what's divine
there's a lot you can learn from flavor in your time
what can poison you is bitter after moving from your lips
growth is born from gifted pastors and the bible they're equipped
rapture lives in drifting masters searching for a slave
dependent on the power they feel drifting off away
there's knowledge in some ways you might think are out of date
you might have never been enslaved by choices you wish you didn't make
do three wishes come from genies feeling freedom from their lamp
or are they feeding you a need so they can take it in advance
when dancing with a demon be careful with your toes
dont step on people climbing up to where you shouldn't go
there's little known of fate to masses alive with fear
burned alive by caste systems that survive within your peers
it isn't clear how it will end but i can offer you a seed
simply think about what you want and examine it for need
if you can live without it then allow yourself to breathe
go the distance for yourself by striving to achieve
the dying often bleed and the living often die
i've seen red running too often to call my past a worthy try
so i became a different person despite the clergies hidden tithe
now i'm dying to live and often giving what it takes
strive to find your balance
signed, one very gifted ape
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