I woke up feeling tenuous,
The pain of my whole species.
I stood up to find the floor is like a pond, the roof is leaking.
There's a breach in my shelter, I'm only figuratively speaking.
What I mean is we don't live in peace anymore, the fear is slowly defeating.
Who am I to pick apart society, I'm just a creature.
I carry features from my past lives, and resilience for the future.
I wish to feed the hungry, clothe the poor and one day reach my karmasutra,
I hope to undo all that we've done, restore this poor illusion.
We can start by giving helping hands and create a human fusion.
I want to change the way we look at things, create a brighter outlook,
but to project the things we want to see we must provide the output.
I've dreamt of many things, vivid colors, angels that sing,
I woke to realize that all my hopes were just a dream.