What if everything really is perfect?
What if my little ideas
about what should or should not be
are the only problem?
For all our rants about right and wrong
the closest I've ever experienced anyone move
toward genuine love for a stranger
was in the face of complete disaster.
911 shook New York to it's core,
and rippled across the world...
dropping me to my knees in the process,
filling me full of all I ever feared I was...
Then wrapping me in all I ever hoped I was.
The hatred and the love
In those moments, and for days afterward
we were one people....our hearts broken open,
united in a kind of humanity
born of tragedy.
Seeing the truth of ourselves as we couldn't otherwise have seen.
What if evil is the hide and seek game we play with ourselves
in this illusion we call reality?
What if my little ideas
about what should or should not be
are the only problem?
For all our rants about right and wrong
the closest I've ever experienced anyone move
toward genuine love for a stranger
was in the face of complete disaster.
911 shook New York to it's core,
and rippled across the world...
dropping me to my knees in the process,
filling me full of all I ever feared I was...
Then wrapping me in all I ever hoped I was.
The hatred and the love
In those moments, and for days afterward
we were one people....our hearts broken open,
united in a kind of humanity
born of tragedy.
Seeing the truth of ourselves as we couldn't otherwise have seen.
What if evil is the hide and seek game we play with ourselves
in this illusion we call reality?
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