Being the prisoner of present
Transiting from past to the future, I have the illusion of free will.
I found myself surrounded by prisoners
Prisoners who are sentenced to life.
I am one of them
Spending time and energy
Toiling endlessly, and building for a tomorrow
That never arrives.
In this endless struggle, endless suffering
There is a reptile inside which destroys me.
This dark demon has walked ruthlessly for far too long in our planet
And we should give it a decent burial,
Show it the respect it does not deserve.
I am the reptile.
I am the prison.
And if we come to know, in our infant awe
We must not replace the demon with another.
But be friend with one another,
Love one another and be certain,
That this knowledge will grow,
In a gentle expanding universe,
With no borders.