Time is Running Out – Will Boys Learn to Cry?

TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Time is running out,
For we are running against time,
We are not for natural progression,
We are in recession,
for we are regressing,
we are backwards,
for the shadow of our uncertainty,
has cast doubt over the future.

The planet is warming,
But I am feeling cold,
For the flora is waiting,
The signals haven’t been sent,
The scent is in the air,
The wires are crossed,
For we have crossed the line,
This is the point of no return,
There is no going back,
The world is exhausted,
The soil is festering,
For the wound is deep,
The poison has not been extracted,
In time.

I am feeling the winds of change,
For we are abseiling down the cliff,
As the crevasse is closing,
The light is fading,
An adventure becomes the nightmare,
For the rope has been thrown over,
There is no way to go back,
It is a time of survival,
For most of the world is dying,
The bubble is close to bursting,
For sustainability, preservation and correction,
Is correct,
The earth is correcting,
It is adjusting to dramatic change,
For it must preserve,
That is to pre-serve its life,
For life force,
Is the soul force,
That cannot be destroyed.

So the human condition,
Is conditioned,
It continues on repeating the abuse,
For it is abusing itself,
The experiment with separation,
Has become literal truth,
Yet the truth is unilateral,
There is only one,
Gaia is the mother,
The system circulates,
It self perpetuates,
But imbalance fights with greed,
For war bleeds the good,
For the good of creed,
Yet there is no good in this seed,
For it is germinating,
In the desert of reason.

The only way forward is to return to the beginning,
To see with eyes that cannot see,
To be still inner sight,
For to fight is a blight,
That blinds the season,
Is high treason,
For we are high on our toys,
Yet the boys have not learned to cry,
And this is the sky,
That will extend to a new horizon,
For the masculine is called home,
They have played long enough,
The family is making decisions,
For there is no leader,
For all are leaders,
Who have a stake,
In the fate,
That is nearly sealed,
When one feels,
The truth.