Copy Cats

Looks like I'm getting my groove back
My flow
Looks like I'm connected again

I find myself decoding, deprogramming, dissolving
And it's mystical and beautiful and terrifying
I'm terrified
Yes, that other language
What are we without words?
What if there are no words for my experience?
What if I can only just be?
Be in this void
That is in fact everything
A paradox

We want to embrace each other, really
We want to feel each other's skin
Each other's breath
We want nearness
We want intimacy
Instead we penetrate, we conquer, we pretend
We pretend to have it all together
We pretend to be important, busy, successful
We pretend that we absolutely do not pretend that

We want to escape what our elders call endurance and dignity
Instead, we want to stay young
We want to be glamorous
We want to be seen
We want to be followed
And with wanting all these things, we escape our beauty
The beauty that we inhabit is more than
Just the amount of time we spend keeping it

Some never age
They harbor their wisdom and keep it in their hearts
And with every beat it becomes more meaningful
Goes deeper

We claim to be individuals
With individual taste
And an individual smile
But then, we're just copycats

We could sit still
We could just hold each other
Instead we talk too much
Small talk
To cover the silence
To cover the obvious
To cover up

I don't want to meet exciting people
I don't want to meet important people
I just wanna meet people
People with stories
People with wounds
I want what's real
What's there in the moment

And some things cannot be touched or heard