We go out and meet the world head on
These hill high challenges
looking us in the eye
we choose to heave to confront and fight
Some of these oinks throw their scraps in our directions
Our resolve is the blender that liquifies unnecessary slander
throwing it back twice as fast
The world is an ever changing mood
and we can deal with the zombies, the jealousies and the rudeness
Nothing can sustain us but the rhythm of life
the coughs and the splutters, the smiles and the gigggles
The slicing and the gutting, the dance and the wiggle
The movement of life
So push that into the light of your know
Never diminished by our errors
Always running back to where the fire is
no fear of being burned
inner grin deals aces on denial
because we assume reality and its thorns
Not time for fantasies and popcorn
We swing the spade
and stain the apron
never stopping for the whining insignificant complaints
we don´t snack on pride,
we don´t hide from the truth, or endorse pretty lies
It´s real to the touch, it´s a classroom everyday, never too much
Heaven is the struggle in the way
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