Small Minds


I was born running out of time
in a world where nothing can be mine
when will we realize
it's a sad world for rich and unkind?

I was born in a good gone bad
box of decaying porous sand
when will we realize
it's a sad world for the dead and despised?

I was born under the shadow of death
a burden of fire and stones on my head
when will we realize
this illusion is for the dead, rich and unkind?

I was born in a facade called despair
danger and grace, a gift that we all share
when will we realize
there's nothing for smaller minds?

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