Our Console
Just as a banana
Sheds
It’s
Peel,
So too do
Humans,
Eager
To reveal.
What do we find
When we peel
Back
The layers?
What is it we seek
By looking
Inside?
To find what the outside
Gives,
We have to
See
What the
Inside
Wants.
From the outside
Looking
In,
We judge a person
For what
We
See them
Do.
Actions are louder than words.
In a way,
Our actions
Are the words
Our mind
Is
Expressing.
When
Our
Vocal chords
Are
Devoid
Of expression,
The brain must
Use
What it can
Control.
We are all puppets.
The brain is our
Controller,
The body,
Our
Console.
The games we choose to play
Are the decisions
We
Input in
Our
Controller.
On this
Console,
Every action
Has
Its
Consequences.
But every
Inaction
Does
Too.
We don’t choose
When we press
Start,
But our brain
Lets the game
Keep
Running
In the background
Until it’s time
To
Ready,
Set,
And
Go.
Unlike these games
We pass our time
With,
The adventure we live
Only
Has
One
Life.
But it’s your chance,
Your choices,
And
Your world
To
Live.
Our
Life needs
Constant updates,
And improvement
Doesn’t happen
Overnight.
A game has obstacles,
But it’s how we overcome
Them with the controller
As our
Weapon
That makes us the hero
Of our
Story
Mode.
A sharp mind
Makes for an even
Sharper
Sword.
The choices we make
Let us
Grow
Stronger,
Let us fight
Harder,
Let us be
Wiser,
But most importantly,
Let us
Create
Our
Own
Ending.
It’s
What’s inside
That makes
Us
Truly
Unique.
The wiring
Of our brain
Is truly
Like those
Tangled
Knots
From leaving
A cord
In a backpack
For too long.
It has a mind of it’s
Own,
And it’s decision
Is to turn into
A
Puzzle
For our
Brain
To
Solve.
How does one
Undo
The
Tangle
To these
Cords
We call
Humanity?
Plug in the
Controller.
Let the
Console
Boot
Up.
Good luck
On
The
Game
Of
A
Lifetime
We
Call
Our
Life
In
Time.
