The rays of the sun cut through the panes, lighting up all I have in here It does not choose what it wants to bare, the chairs, the sofa even the carpets get their share I cut the beam, stand in its way now the room is dark again As I glow in the light, feeling warm and right, behind me my shadow looms, extended, deformed my true self it bares.
We climbed down trees, learned to walk, built our homes, harvested crops, we learned, progressed, evolved, improved. Now we are back to our old ways we damage, destroy and set ablaze Maybe next we grow a tail, climb up the trees and start again?
Words as amazing, as healers or just barbs! Wasted on fools, gems for the wise. Use them with care, think before you share, If not used right, they always come back and bite!