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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCHCkrWPZLA

What came first?
The chicken, the egg
Or the bird's place in the universe?


What's the priority?
What are the goals?

Once you see the motives 
People become no more
Than a vast collection 

Of the exact same souls.


Sex to money, money for sex
Wealth to power, power for happiness.

Security - the funny justification riddled with hypocrisy

That provides the sense of 'it's okay'
Despite knowing you treat people

In the exact same way.

Security for strength, strength to happiness
Joy to sex, sex to family, family for security 

And than the exact same pattern painted white
Over a plethora of black to gray and actually

It's not really that okay.


You ever meet someone without an agenda?
Without a use for whatever virtue 
Best fits their social persona? 

You ever feel loved without some motive?
Without the "you have what I want"

"So let's negotiate" 

Prerogative? 

You ever meet someone so genuine 
They show love for your color
Without saying out loud

"I love you,"

"Now quickly, say it back."


You ever meet someone like that?


Even now I half believe that Jesus was conceived 
By the man-made impossibility a person like that could actually be.

What is Buddha if not the personification of that ideal?
What is Nirvana if not acceptance in the implausibility?

And yet what are human beings if not those whose rationalities
Supersede the need for self motivated relief?

The pinnacle of "you before me"
Despite the animalistic needs
Stemming from far beyond
The skin deep insecurities.


What are we if not self-conscious animals,
Walking in circles and harboring the hope

That someone like me 
But maybe not quite me,

Actually believes in
The self actualizing definition 

Of "the world before me"
Or "my enemy before me"

But without the Holy Book to simultaneously
Cop out and corrupt the species?

Once upon a time I thought about this and said to myself,

"If that person simply does not exist,"
"Than be the 'Him' you wish you could meet."

And then the reality of how impossible that was
Destroyed the sad, naïve, beautiful and opportunistic belief.


Truth be told, you can only take virtue so far
Before 'the better me' attaches itself to conceit.

There is the ideology
And then there's the reality. 


So now, by my own discretion,
I choose to live in some deep somewhere
Caught firmly, intangibly and with complete inconstancy 

In that cliche idiom

Of "somewhere in between."