I think there is a reality we all imagine,
when simple is sufficient,
we sort of bowl over the remainder,
the mystery of being.
If to suggest lives matter,
is it as important to recognize honesty
attached to our integrity,
or are facades the true meaning.
We must be conscious how lost
begins the circle of unwarranted deceit
when lacking in interpretation,
the eyes need offer swift hesitation.
While further the exploration
begins to parlay the genuine nature,
in a gradual manner
speaks idly of conscious respect.
Oh, for my words do matter,
so careful I am to avoid such hindrance,
creates a vacuum in the greater schematic
playground of our heedless humanity.