Compassion

I went to sleep
and then I dreamed
that I had learned how to fly.

But maybe I had really
just learned how to die.

Touch the sky
close your eyes
when we sigh
and when we cry
day turns to night

we all accept that lie

Yeah, I heard what you said
Is this all we get?
Are we just left for dead?

I think I read
that every dog
must have his day
Will you have your say?

Will you talk
until you’re blue
in the face?
Must this be a race
to that which leaves us

dry

and thirsting
for a life that has
just a little

compassion?

Just a little taste
of what we can truly be
If all we see
is just a reflection of ourselves
then what have we become?

Are we whole?
Or are we just some
bit of flesh
that’s learned how to walk
and now must run
to that which gives us
instant gratification.

What about the rest?

What about compassion?