Looking back it all takes shape
You can string together its story.
Life is weird, you can’t see clear until its all so weary.
Its not done yet, its quite a bit early
Don’t know what day it is,
And the path still feels pretty burly.
We got here fast it seems,
Perhaps an experiment delivered from the extremes.
We are better off
turning them off, those talking heads on TV.
Truth got dreary, filled with fear
The mutants took over the wheel.
We gave them our power, devoted to adhere.
They took our minds, and tried to tell us how to be F.I.N.E., fine.
It didn’t work, the box was infected,
Listen close they already detected.
They meant to take us down to our knees.
To pit us against each other so we couldn’t see.
Reaching out, we found out
new ways life could thaw us from freeze.
Here we are in this new existance,
practicing social distance.
Air hugs and quick chats, no pressure to step into story.
Phone calls and long letters,
The internet just might save the world,
Who knew social media would make us feel better?
Creativity sparks and the desire from nature to interact with our hearts
To reach past those things we never had time for,
Music and the arts.
Some places hit harder than others
New places promise an incoming wave
We can’t predict how long we might be sick
Our society hemorrhages from within,
Our only hope is we don’t try to save it.
Let our systems purge their deep dark state they lurk in.
Did this ever feel clear, living life in such fear?
Will we be able to sustain this change?
Bumping up against our aggressions, the pain we’ve walked thru and left thrashing
Thought we knew all there was to know.
Depressed and upset we kill off what’s left and we flirt with the idea of crashing.
The slow descent in that dark well,
We take a deep breath and let our heads go underwater.
Face those big ones, afraid of no one
We walk out much clearer than ever.
We sit in the bed, to let the rhymes in our head,
Tip toe out thru art and story.
We continue on, dropping bombs
On all those structures and chains.
We find a new freedom,
Life dreamed anew
And the death of our life lived in vain.
Our connections much brighter,
Honest and real
We can’t imagine the world we left behind,
We remembered what’s important
The gang is all here
And our hearts have ascended much lighter.
by Jennifer Carmack