It's Simple

Hope- hope slips into my hands like feathers white green yellow
I want to hold a chicken up high for God to see, that I've been
good to animals. It isn't a joke no, I used to save spiders from drowning
in tubs? 1, 2, 3, 4. Counting.... Boom a boom a boom a.
Tick tock tick tock. You going insane too? They'll
just prescribe some meds for you, when really.....
It's an animal inside a cage, longing for her mother, because you
needed to cover up a wrinkle, just so I, or you, or he, could find someone better,
so we could moan, a little louder? Prescribe meds that were tested on
those poor creatures, just so we could moan, a little louder.
It's a vicuous cycle. We are chasing our tails.
Can't we forget, for a second... can't we let go- and reach out for
something different, something yellow- like the sun, a new planet, that's familiar,
something furry- it's called- something that you don't really
need to help but it won't hurt you to go out of your way to help.
It won't hurt you or help you to help, it's just there- that's what the feeling
is about, the ant hill, DON'T step on it, that's the clue, the dying bird,
AVOID running it over if you can. A person who you can smile at- smile at.
It's simple.