Nuclear Explosion of Thought I write, talk and philosophize about everything that is deemed taboo in our society
Nuclear Explosion of Thought I write, talk and philosophize about everything that is deemed taboo in our society
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Call me optimistic or call me naive
but I have a vision of a future where people won’t have to bleed
from wars they didn’t want to participate in.
A vision where we will see each other as an extension of ourselves.
And who would like to cut their own arm off?
Perhaps I’m optimistic, perhaps I am naive
but I believe that one day,
we’ll treat our Mother Nature the way we treat our kids.
With kindness, servitude and guard
against all evils and harm.
A vision which is communal,
where excess is shared,
where we become conscious and present,
and we choose to care.
Where we stop the cycle of being too guarded
and open up our vulnerable, soft selves.
Where we embrace the pain that comes with it
and shout, and scream, and cry.
Where we hug, and laugh too,
because no emotion could be called shameful,
no idea could be called dumb.
I hope that in this future we will learn how to sit still,
how to listen and hear, how to watch and observe.
Call me optimistic or call me naive
but I have a vision of a future
perhaps you’ll join me in.
Call me optimistic or call me naive
but I have a vision of a future where people won’t have to bleed
from wars they didn’t want to participate in.
A vision where we will see each other as an extension of ourselves.
And who would like to cut their own arm off?
Perhaps I’m optimistic, perhaps I am naive
but I believe that one day,
we’ll treat our Mother Nature the way we treat our kids.
With kindness, servitude and guard
against all evils and harm.
A vision which is communal,
where excess is shared,
where we become conscious and present,
and we choose to care.
Where we stop the cycle of being too guarded
and open up our vulnerable, soft selves.
Where we embrace the pain that comes with it
and shout, and scream, and cry.
Where we hug, and laugh too,
because no emotion could be called shameful,
no idea could be called dumb.
I hope that in this future we will learn how to sit still,
how to listen and hear, how to watch and observe.
Call me optimistic or call me naive
but I have a vision of a future
perhaps you’ll join me in.
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