The Sieve and the Sand
I spent a lifetime searching for a truth
That I could call my very own
Asked every question under the sun
Turned over every leaf
Looked under every stone
Is there a common thread that holds us together?
I pulled at what I could and only frayed the ends
I held my greatest fears in my own two hands
Never really knowing what it meant
To lose. To choose.To refuse
Now I know
This world is what we make it
And I will make it without you
I will take it so you don’t have to
I will break it since I know how to
Imagine a world made of sand
No trees. No water. Not a single blade of grass
Just an empty wasteland
You could wander for years
Barely getting closer to the end
Or you could shut your eyes
And scorn the things
You simply fail to comprehend
The only truth worth knowing comes from within
The tighter you grip it
The more it slips through your fingers
A billion grains of sand
You could wander for years
Barely getting closer to the end
Or you could shut your eyes
And scorn the things
You simply fail to comprehend
But I refuse to break
I will shoulder the weight
Within my weakness, a newfound strength
Because you can never take
What was never yours:
My mind is mine
This is a quest for authenticity
This is a rejection of complicity
In a system that I never had a choice in
Living a life I could never find a voice in
No truth. Know Freedom
Know truth. No delusions
The only choice we ever really have
Is what lies we are willing to accept
And what truths we allow ourselves to see
I have chosen a truth that includes the narratives
Of those relegated to live beneath me
In an exploitative hierarchical system
That profits off the suffering of the defenseless
I refuse to live with the ignorance of other’s suffering
I refuse to ignore the consequences of my choices
I refuse to admonish responsibility for the changes
That I am capable of
Reject power
Destroy hierarchy
Resist authority
True liberation comes from within
We are everything we need
The most you’ll ever need
The best you can ever be
Is an authentic human being
True to yourself
It’s like the sieve and the sand
It’s slipping right through my hands
What will it take for me to understand?