Ever So Practical
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I've only a little more than a dozen years
But I can sit here and feel your fears.
I can see the rise and fall
Of the most glorious kingdom of all.
And despite all that I yearn,
There is but one choice I turn.
It begins with a cry and a pain
And lies in wait as our bane.
Forever so,
Always ago
When we lost our minds.
Screaming and writhing as children,
We snarl and stupidly shun.
We lost our minds
And so went our binds
That held the humanity
Together with me.
Our kindness and joy,
Wonder and concern,
Went down with Troy,
As did it in every other pattern.
The World Wars,
The battles on the moors,
The anger and faux righteousness.
The pride and greed and fuss.
It came from all of us.
So when you ask,
What would I change?
From all of my worlds,
To all my lives,
The one I would decide
Would not be real.
It did not begin in a single moment,
But in All of Time.
I would trade my life
For one chance
To change it all.
No more hate,
No more violence.
A brand new slate,
Just this once.
The minds of the people
Those who will not change.
Or see beyond the skull.
But view the world as a range,
From here
To there
And everywhere in between.
That is what I wish.
But Is That Ever So Practical?