sometimes i think i get it
i get it
if you took the time
to notice the beauty,
the elegance,
of this earthly shrine
you’d get nothing done,
like i
i get nothing done
i stand with my mouth agape
and get absolutely nothing done
i stand and tell myself,
“i will not move until…”
“until these feet of mine
and the footsteps they leave behind
match the beauty of the sky”
i will not move till i can fly
and so,
after all these years i find
i have not moved
in hate or in kind,
in sight or in blind,
in body or in mind,
i get nothing done
i find myself confined
by my want of a spotless shrine
so yeah Mankind…
when, entwined by your daily stride,
i see you rush past masterpieces,
with soles your mother forbid at home,
i think i get it
sometimes