Spiritual

Your eyes are blue-green, star boy 
Natural systems have come to you 
You have watched them and understood 
What the pack was missing 
You should take a telescope and see now 
The way in which the bacteria forms itself 
Empirical facts in scientific detector 
Depict how it all speaks a common tongue 
From watching the solar engine 
To how it becomes undone 
 
Speaking to you now 
The denominator being 
The fact that you had no choice 
Forced to have been here reverberating in pulse 
Just to blend in with the maternal song 
 
Straight lines are only natural up unto a point 
The deficit of money is the net land it eroded 
You must be able to justify what you fight for 
Justify life without killing your own garden 
But rather grow it from what you've come to know 
Once your deserts are teeming 
Your meaning will become its own

Lone Wolf