It is too much to believe everything that
we have done. Like the creatures whom
we feel superior over, we burrow in
cubicles when the white savage falls from
above. Falling all over each other, we are
packed in like sardines, smelling similarly.
The reddish/brown outer core seals the
happenings inside. Permit the mischief,
but ignore the innocence and love. We
trap and confine ourselves - lock the doors!
Don't forget your keys! In attempting to
keep security, lust overrides and destroys
us all. Most of the beasts never see the
light of day. Life has not had a fair chance
to be experienced. Show each other the
mystical truth! No more loss of innocence
through destruction of souls. Internal rage
and frustration, losses of temper along
with attempted losses of life. Gather
around and do a dance to the gods, praying
for a plethora of sunshine, finally allowing
those CAGED BEASTS to roam and frolic
among the fleas, trees, and all other happy
people.