Labels spoken, given, intended,
Causing responses making you look,
Intrinsically judged before even known,
We
All suffer deep down internally.
Lives built on labels, whether told in truth or self-seeking culminations.
We strive aiming for peace, clutching at vapours
Believing in fallacies.
Each and everyone, a poor reflecting facade
To mindful of intrinsic dreams,
we neglect our closest opportunities.
Broken souls, all tainted by poison of the same,
To fearful to speak and learn that we are in great need.
Walls built, masks worn, lives torn, the great long earthly sojourn.
When all is done away with
It’s only love that should truly remain.
©R.J Britten
WILDsound Festival 