WB

 If you could hold the universe in your hand, if you could have ultimate power
Would you let it slip through your fingers like sand
Willingly relinquish all control
Knowing each small action formulates the whole
A painting made of brushstrokes,
And blankets made stitch by stitch
Our thoughts create our world, just like this....
All our experiences, all that fills the abyss
Our perception of life on earth
So really our possessions have no more worth than a flower pot to a flower
And time has no consequence at all
Yet we hungrily devour it hour after measured hour
Chasing status symbols and power to define our character
Thinking our Facebook page proves we've refined our character
Maybe, we've forgotten how to find our character
We're so busy being the way that we're supposed to be, when do we get the time for a personality?
This is insanity
Living someone else's life with their ready-made opinions
Buying the media divide and its persistent insistence on blaming ordinary Muslims
Not just buying the lies, but actively fuelling the system

We could be making memories but no, we exchange pleasantries
Talk about the weather and the Sunday Times, feign interest in pop stars' lives
While all the while secret, inside, thinking wouldn't it be heavenly
To have a real conversation
To let the words spill out without fear or hesitation
Express your darkest desires or share silent meditation
Discuss the meaning of life, no judgement or defence
No games or pretence, just honest exploration
We all want that connection, I think deep down we all want to be real
If you peel away the shame, the anxiety, if you take away the games, the unrelenting blame of 'society'
Underneath we all just want to feel we're worth something
Worth loving....

I crave to bear my soul with every inch of life in me
Desire to know the darkest corners of your psyche
You don't need to hide from me
How could I judge a soul if it's scripted with honesty?
Even one hardened by filth and atrocity
For just a moment let me see under your mask
A brief glimpse of starlight as it glimmers in the dark
A rainbow in a storm
Winter birdsong at dawn
Beautiful and delicate, yet animal and raw
A true genuine soul
Infinitely more beautiful than anything false could seem,
How humanity could be, how we all should be
Collectors of experiences,
With bank accounts filled with love