I've looked at the tips of Icebergs
Of various dimensions and shapes
For only so long my wonder can remain concealed
What lies beneath this monstrous piece of ice?
And then I look left, slowly fading to right
Disillusioned in my cause, this burden poured upon us together
A single shed tear tears apart the grips of the nation
From the prestigous mountains that scrape the sky to the precipipes down below under
Beyond the shimmering clouds who grace the sky, over the morning mourning seas
There. I see it. What I could never have alone.
People are starving, hating, tormenting, crying, pleading
No longer shall hatred manifest this reign
Break these chains that bind our minds!
Break the ones that restrained creativity!
Hindered inspiration and mangled our thoughts!
"That's in the past now"
I would love to say with open arms
But I'm stuck watching from the corner of the world
Wating for that moment...
Lightning strikes me and the bulb is lit
An iceberg shows only its tips
And the rest is below to be seen
People, too are like this
As is the world
It looks nice on the top
Within not so much
If this be true. only at the top I would gaze
Even if most is hidden away
So are the people who work for their life
To be free of thier burdens
Instead of hiding, I must show
Instead of wondering, I must know
Within this curse, there is a blessing
Waiting to be noticed
Akin to the underneath of the bergs