That’s not the Shape of my…

A heated debate, running deep to our core,
Do we now know it better, than eons before?
Are we beings of light or descendants of apes?
And how to determine, the nature of shapes?

Let me lend you a thought, my unknown friend,
What is the point and what is my end.
It is better to start, with what it is not,
Maybe together, we’ll cut through this knot.

I don’t care for battles, of true versus false,
Or what is the magic, of an apple that falls.
It is not my intention to wake all our kind,
First and foremost, I’m honing my mind.

It’s not about proof through digital lenses,
I’m rebuilding the trust, in all of my senses.
It’s not about fighting some big ole deception,
I’m here to refine and cleanse my perception.

The need to be right, serves none of us well,
It leaves us estranged, that much I can tell.
Opinions galore, I know it as fact!
What matters the most, is how do we act.

Remember my friend, it’s all just a dream,
That runs in a loop, like a cold mountain stream.
If there’s one single point, to all of creation,
For me it is clear, it’s to find Liberation.

Adam