Warp Worthy

We who see only our selves, should look to help someone
That others may be our goal, then we are but begun
He who falls in sin of death, he dies and all alone
We watch the sullen action, but leave the sound of moan
In this greed of self-achievement we lose the friendly glow
We hurt our helpless neighbor, so let the old self go
If every day was brimming full with deeds for other folk
The night would pass so peacefully, we would never mope
Refrain from self just for a day and live for them out there
You won’t now or never will, for others we don’t care
The labor group is cyclic, they want to stay that way
They don’t care for others, they live it every day

But suppose you did and try it, how much better you will see
How self can help others, so true this philosophy
Are we starving some ambition, can you call it discipline,
While they feast on indecision, if no path then wait til when
If you wait while it’s learnt, and get what they’re meant to be
That success augments by reaching back through me
In this world that we will cycle, humans all divide
And watch from a distance as though they were to hide
All this speed you found needed a way to slow down your stride
So when it kicks off, a simple refine puts you right by their side
Stop it all to listen, might be something learned when not to advise
More experience in silence might surprise liken to that of replies

We of lost ambitions will find out why we lost
We didn’t live for others and forget about the cost

We contaminate our brother, we knife our family realm
If we’d only help our neighbor, and take self from the helm

The gloom that modifies the soul, will grip but ripping fall
To catch the doubting in the man, and dawn will come for all
Now I’m watchin’ all these calendars rotting on the wall
All this patience feelin’ less like virtue, revving up to a stall
You coulda been miles ahead by now, of that there’s no debate
Still in the garden of what’s faced not trans versing open gates
Getting near a fight with fear, let them circle their fate
Finding timing is training a muscle, not a passive trait

Stumbling through all these maybes, getting steadied the floor
Can’t be preaching on the peaks you ain’t bled on before
Got them moving with their vision, walking down their own aim
Back on track to do the thing you couldn’t without fame

Listen to the gems in cipher, they ain’t just shiny lines
Building maps through these riddles, not just counting rhymes

Wisdom wrapped up in parables, coming out the breath
It sound like beating out life, but miss the message of death

A collapse and rebirth but enclosed in one sentence
Words with sounds imposed but not noticed the entrance

More going on in layers, not just the surface on the skin,
A beat as cover but look under so the meaning can sink in

Compassion for those that don’t see, light hurts when it’s new
Every seed getting planted ain’t ready for the dirt I threw

Folding puzzles into lessons, turn the times into scripts,
Quotes of expressions, missing the parts where it shifts

This not an attempt for notorious, probing for something true
Some of these bars age like wine, not some memes on a loop
When I’m ready to listen, these lines here will still breathe
Cause the truth don’t expire, it just waits to be received.