Something Else

Be the paper, be the pen

We’re all the same in the end.

Be the quill, be the ink

None of us are distinct

Be the keyboard, be the screen

Nothing is as it seems.

Break down walls and open doors

What was truth is now folklore

Open eyes and open minds

New things you just might find

Open hearts and open souls

You cannot resist the pull

Consider yourself a new being

Think what others might be seeing

In you, an entire system of life

Expel it, keep sight of it in every strife