How much of this alienation can we endure?
Stuck in a continum, forced to compete for attention
Divided by rapacious individualisation
We look to stars for inspiration instead of Our Selves
Raw, interdependent, that realisation,
In moments stood shoulder to shoulder or face face
Streaked with tears of joy and desperation
We laugh into the void together
Echoeing, calling the next moment into being
We've ALL got a story to tell
And when we touch, tired and worn
We glow with the understanding that we won't be torn
We know our Weapons
We Feel our Force
We'll never sell self to buy their product
The Lies of what came before.