Like a thirst that calls out
to the yearning undead
Like a star in the sky
shining a bit too bright
It’s only sequential
Liberating and essential
But they don’t know
their too primitive
too inadequate
too inept to their own surroundings
Shying away from reality
wandering helplessly in gravity
They are truth
They are heard constantly
Judge them not by choice
Judge them not at all
They mean not to do wrong
They sing their lonesome song
Cry to the helpless
Cry out to the lonely
Feel what you yourself
Have been dying to feel all along
Know what is being spoken
Cerebral suggestions awoken
I am speaking of course of you
the reader to whom you are
you are one if not all these things
and you feel with a passionate drive
But you cannot help your nature
God help us we cannot help our nature..