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Organic Appeal
Human man and matter formed
So dull and boring and listless
Shifting in discomfort with no one to please
Growing into something from another world
Raising a hand and settling down
Asking a question, learning not to speak
Wondering of the appeal anything has
The weight is no burden, it's all we own
We scurry away from our philosophies
Killing time until our destinies arrive
Not finding anything at all
Maintaining stature and creating polish
Dedicating ourselves to starting over again
Trivial and stoic, nothing is or ever was
We'll rebuild it high, make it holy
Start a war and tear it down
Because of the nothing that flashes red
And tempts any one of us to stop living a lie
The luster is gone, glitz and repose
Posthumously divine
Nobody gives it a second guessing
Or tries to deal it a proper burial
The shaking of our pocket change
May it be exactly what we need
To realize the right of things
To remain skeptical
And delighted
In wonder and in trial
And in the most desperate of times
And maybe, just maybe
It will prevent us from ending it all in advance.
