RMC

A falling star in the sky,

a famine could erase it all.

That’s the answer to why

we exist one bit at all.

Give gracious receive love

is a philosophy for the brain.

What should we do with us

in this brief time is clearly vain.

Set down the vanity give

to live like everything is okay.

I know the hurt in life gives

us each us the dose we’re insane.

Just a rock in an eternal night,

purpose is to propose in light

the fight we give to report all

if the rock falls we’ll shine bright.

List me down the road it’s okay,

I live and love peacefully insane

because my brain is wired same;

for my hurt I no one try blame.

Yet this life is cruel as this sphere

my dear we appear to cringe in awe.

At things we call weird we cast eyes

unclean but it’s not what I saw.

I saw an eclipse and said hope

it is not dead and neither am I.

I cry when I see great divides

in-between each others eyes.