We are not born into our reality
Everything that exists around us
Is just technical formality
The reality we create must be robust,
To with stand what comes our way and this is what I’ll say
Your reality must be conducive to the masses
Or you’ll find this life passing as it may, and you’ll have no say
In where the direction of life leads you surpasses
The ability of help from the norm of anyones reality.
And all though it seems the we have it under control
The fabric of community is ripping at the seam.
Third generations being neglected and affected
By the inconsistancy of the Seconds reality.
So continue to step with no rest,
because there is no time like the past
with our feet stepping to each breath
realizing what we do can forever last.
