Prescribed Humanity

Thunder rolls off the tip of your tongue

And the lightning flashes in your eyes

These people say we're much too young

To know the sound of love's tortured cries

Yet somehow you've taught me demand

How to reach for the dimming stars at dawn

To keep alive the light and understand

How the moon feels when the sun will yawn

And peek brightly over the jagged mountains

Chasing away any sign of darkness and pain

Bringing forth the waterfalls and fountains

Summoning the cleansing rain

Pounding on the asphalt thoughts of theirs

Dripping from lush green illusion

The goddess, the gods, the mindset it bears

Can only succeed in more confusion