We’ve come to this world with power;
our soul is able to create its desires;
we’re able to become an incredible flower;
or, to whatever our mind inspires.
We often complain about how we look;
but God didn’t make us this way;
our souls were designed, an unopened book;
and given authority to have their say.
Within us all, lies both evil and good;
and our battles begin with birth;
all that is in us, needs understood;
defeat evil; and all good; unearth.
But it isn’t as easy as it may seem;
creation often leads to disaster;
and what we create is not as we dream;
reality isn’t made of malleable plaster.
Conflicting powers combat us below;
we’re not the only source of influence;
so we align with like forces to grow;
and together maintain our congruence.
We find ourselves in an energy lake;
a part of a much greater whole;
separate for a season; for our sake;
designed, a small part of God’s soul
All plants must bloom in the proper season;
completing what God had begun;
our petals must fall in answer to reason;
and all souls will ascend as One.
The Cardboard Breadman