Contortionist movement
Deep down in my soul
Rises to the surface
Like a scary troll.
Bias and predeliction
Hang in a balance.
Tipsy-turvey intentions
Keep my feelings askance.
Self-awareness is a necessity
In this messed up world.
So common for us to fool
Ourselves into a heady swirl.
Lackadaisical temptations
Come with the territory.
American pastimes
Of sitting idly by.
We must stir ourselves
Into movement for change.
Summoning up the courage
To light a flame.
Can we find our true path
Amidst the thorny brush
Of lies and deceit
Coming to us in a rush?
A decision must be made
To follow through.
A commitment to reach
As high as the moon.
Discouraged as we are
From where we stand,
We must summon the courage
To rise higher than
Those gone before us,
As strong as they stand.
And far as we see
To a promised land,
Never looking back
With second thoughts.
Never wondering
With shoulda’s and nots.
We have a calling
To change this world.
It is now we must act,
In this fertile soil,
Full of manure
From all the B-S.
We must turn the tide
And clean up the mess.
Follow your dream,
Ye bold apostles!
Make the world clean,
By flexing your muscles.
You have the passion.
You know the truth.
The only thing left
Is to start to move.
The road that is laid
Right before you,
Is surely full of danger,
But I implore you,
Don’t stop now,
While you are ahead!
Never surrender
To the doubts in your head.
Stick to the plan,
As long as it takes.
Your efforts make a difference
To the human race!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 