armando diva

we watched the sun rise, then set,
and called it a day.

we watched the seasons return
and called it a year.

we needed a tool to measure change
so we invented time.

a slow life in tune with nature became
a rushed life in tune with economy.

married by this age.
successful by that age.
children before it’s “too late.”

we desire more time.

the problem is,
we’re rarely present
in the time we’re given.

as we got older we traded
toys for flags,
candy for land,
but we never grew up.

grown men fight over invisible borders
once drawn by dead men, that make us
think we're entitled to decide who lives.

these men kiss their own children goodnight,
then order the deaths of countless babies and children
who will never be held or kissed again.

now imagine it was your child.

we don't repeat history.
we blindly repeat the script.
rewritten in new blood.

as long as an imaginary line
is worth more than a human life,
we can never unite as humanity
we can never protect the only home we have.

we are the earth.
we are killing ourselves.

somewhere along the way you learned:
if enough people see me, i matter.
if enough people like me, i'm good.
if enough people agree, i'm right.

a thousand people like your post
and one person criticizes it.
which voice stays with you?

this was never who you are.
this is the mind needing the world
to agree with the mask it built.

the mask sold your worth to an audience.
their mask sold their worth to being right.

why do we feel entitled
to plan each other's lives?

our parents plan our lives,
because their parents planned theirs,
going back so far nobody remembers
when it started or why.

it's mechanical.
a virus that doesn't know
it's a virus.

we have bought into the script
and believe it so blindly
that seeing someone live spontaneously
without a script seems to disturb us.

"i want what's best for you"
is the script's favorite disguise.
does it stay love when i
stop following the script?

love is unconditional.
the script is built on conditions.