π€ As a grown man, I was left naked and afraid by the realization of my present vulnerability. Expressing my truths for the very first time to a hostile audience, I now know to be strangers. Stabbed, torn, ripped apart Just a barbed wire captive; Imprisoned in darkness By society’s cold, dead heart. Yearning to be free, to be loved; to find peace and happiness, and the warmth of a summer’s beach.
π¦ LIFE is a little bit Daffy You can’t duck it if you tried. And sometimes it Bugs us Oh, bunny, the comedy in the lies. Life can sometimes be too Goofy But it remains one hell of a ride. And when life becomes too Wile E. Plans backfire on us -- run or hide. But no matter how much life may Scrooge us There’s still hope when our ghosts of conscience rise. Yet too often we let our desires lead our actions Changing the future for our own timelines. And because we don’t learn from our mistakes We continue to Marty on the McFly. Then life devolves into some altered reality As our stories become more fictionalized. So, what becomes of our next of kin? That’s something we may never know. However, we can develop models to show us A number of possible futures where humanity— Can continue to grow.