Dropping the Kool-Aid
I’m tired of the bullshit That says, “Watch what you do; For every single action Brings the same back to you.” I’m tired of well-meaners Who tirelessly remind That every word that’s spoken Brings more to you in kind I’m sick of the enthusiasts (And I myself was one) That tell you your vibration Can bring misery or fun I’m not saying that’s not true (though who can say they KNOW?) This verse, it isn’t writ to say “Don’t listen; it’s not so!” No, that’s not what I’m saying No, that’s not what I think All I’m trying to imply is: Look closer at that drink Maybe the ingredients Of the Kool-Aid in your hand Aren’t quite what you think they are Aren’t what you understand Cuz as I have looked closer At this drink I once devoured The veil, the shroud, has come apart The illusion’s soured Cuz each of those “dear phrases” (And several more in kind) Sure, they have made m...