Why must I die to finally see the light?
Who am I when the mirror says otherwise?
What can I do when nothing seems to be true?
Where can I go when the world seems revolve so slow?
When can I finally see change when it all remains the same?
Why must we cry the tears of our eyes before we finally revolutionize?
Who are we to define the destiny of life when we remain so blind?
What can we do to fly like and eagle in the open skies?
when we remain slaves wrapped in chains in our minds?
Where can we find an absolute truth when lies are all they spew?
When can we finally be one when barriers define who’s who?
Why must we die time after time before we’re finally realize we’re one
when will we question the insanity to set us eternally free?
Or will we simply choose to believe in our own ideologies
and still remain within the mental bonds of eternal slavery ?
Nick Ade The Poet © 2012