J. Wading Through the Stream – Ep. 04

Ripe with chaos, it seems we’ve arrived, with a real life orange Oompa Loompa to the right, & a pants suit wearing Pinocchio on the left side

of both aisles

Aisles that seem more like trials because in the vastly divided middle, there is but one voice,

one voice

crying far above and venting its frustration.

How can we ever be a land of the free if there are those among us denied

basic rights & respect, my it seems we’ve lost our stride. Da-damn media deceivin’ ya, would you be believin’ uh, this scenario, if I told you about it two years since…

Since we lost focus on keeping the focus on Love & Equality.  Yes Love, Yes Equality, because if we can’t be Free, we might as well have those two values going for us.  Yet we value, not, not,

NOT

a single collective thing

That’s why voices sing

That’s why bullets ring

That’s why we’re lost

That’s why we’ve got nothing on moss

Yes the simplest of life, that grows in the Dark, always striving towards the Light.

So I leave you tonight, with these thoughts as we drift along, through our collective Dark Night

of a Shared Soul, one that we are all linked by an invisible thread

If you follow it to the source, you’ll see the yarn’s been spun, long ago written, and here we are just about to drift off to bed

To read

Now read that in the past as read

Tread lightly children, for what of the world are we leaving for our children?

With a vote to the Right, or a vote to the Left, a Nation divided stands without rest, though Greatness sleeps.

Now there lies the rub, ain’t this shit deep!

Uh!

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