So, we think we’ve had our fill of pains;
we’ve caused even more for our brother;
and to reality, who, over us, reigns;
we’ve given so much sorrow to another.
Greed and envy, always fill up our plate;
pride is a most arrogant master;
and, faced with another to whom we relate;
we fill up that plate much faster.
There is rarely enough to give us our fill;
our insatiable appetite defines us;
if we’d just be dependent upon His will;
we’d receive enough to refine us.
Most say they want what they deserve;
that’s what they’re all about;
but, if we’d just get what we serve;
most, would do without.
Life and love are both about giving;
we are meant to give and believe;
if that’s the way we’re always living;
love’s bounty we’ll always receive.
When reality crescendos, reaching its max;
and fills up with tears in each eye;
the soul, within, just tends to relax;
for tears are mortality, saying goodbye.
Reality simply can’t handle the pain;
that’s why, he, ultimately cries;
and he looks at its causes in utter disdain;
for reality is God in disguise.