Perceptions of the love myth...

From a Little wicked place
On a Little twisted mind
One giant hand
Catch the love
And hide it from
All the human kind
And leave us
Just the believe
Just the endorphin
For we to think
That what we felt
Was real
But it isn’t
Is just the reflection
Of a big erection
Of the goddess mood
Once upon a time
At a little crew.
We were trying to find out
Where is the love
Where is the jar
Where the real and the drug touches
Where is the other race?
Where we belong
What is this feeling really for?
Some centuries later
The giant god feel betrayed
And maybe that was the reason
To make us blind
After a reunion
With the biggest braves;
So there is not only the love
What they took us down
They make us blind
And besides
They make us to feel proud
Of our blindness
Of our doubts
Meanwhile they dance
With joy, love and eyes,
We are here,
Fighting,
Killing each other,
So I guess that’s why
All the hate
Is walking around
All the phantoms are dancing as one
And,
I think,
Well, even all the love is locked on a jar,
We are surviving someway somehow.
Today I found myself
In front of the goddess
In front of the light
Off course I asked them why
Here is the answer,
Too late for me to know now:
“I have to say
Isn’t a punish, is a prove
To the world of yours
Caus’ what you are looking for
We hide deep inside
Every one of you
So, in that sequence,
The meaning of your life
Would not be the pursuit of happiness
Would be,
The pursuit of evolution,
We were wrong
Caus we think
People really could understand,
That was our bad”
So true,
So sad,
I sit down
And look my heart
And there it is
The love was behind
The custom
The occupations
The self criticize
Our blindness was for good
Was the sign
To watch out
Of the material side
And always care about
The important subjects in life
The smile of the soul
The bunches of dreams left it besides
The tears of a broken heart
The giant hand saying hi