Also Mutants

We See With Our Feet

6-6-17

Our jaws often get anchored
in disbelief our faces can't break from.
Every tooth turns into a root
as we wind our way toward the truth.
If history owes us facts,
why are we reclined and relaxed
wishing our maybes on fallen stars?
That's how rumors start.

When we're finally ready to believe,
wandering's not only for mystique.
It's how you learn to separate
one-dimensional lies from faith.
To only see straight at eye-level
is like building your dream castle
with eighty rooms and all the views
but only furnishing the vestibule.

Searching doesn't start with looking
and the bottom's not the end but an opening.
We can be statues with a couple words,
collecting shit from aimless birds;
instead let's rely on our senses
to make the most of what life presents us.
If we're moving we can't be mismanaged.
We're not falling stars, we're orbiting planets.