When I’m out on a clear day,
and the sky seems to bend like a blue umbrella fading to grey out in the distance,
I feel like I’m in a snow globe, and the sky that covers me is glass.
Some might find that scary,
but to me it would be reassuring
because if I’m in a snow globe it must be held in someone’s hands.
Someone must shake the sky to make the snow go down.
And I might just be a figurine
but if that palm takes me out of that globe
I don’t disappear.
Unfortunately, even if you gift-wrap me a miracle I won’t believe it so how can I believe
something I can’t see?
But I’m not going to hide like a child from a thunder storm,
I’m not going to live cowering in the shadows
like a rat afraid I’ll burn in light.
Cause there are things I do believe in.
I believe that even if life is just dust on the tiniest window of the universe,
when one person connects with another that is true beauty.
I believe that when one person cares for another and would sacrifice for another—
that is sacred more than any belief I could believe in.
I believe that its not a crime to trust the stars
but its also not a crime to doubt,
and even if I live life afraid
I can still go out and find something worth the heartache of uncertainty,
that you can’t just stay a burning flame forever without turning to ash
but you can leave a bright imprint on the darkness which stays eternal
because we can think and feel and remember
and those are miracles I do believe in.
Because even if life lacks inherent meaning
we can make it mean or kind
and we can dream and laugh and cry.
And I believe in following your aspirations
and not giving up because you might fail,
cause if there’s no certainty
you shouldn’t fear but strive
so if you disappear you still have lived a miracle.
But what if you can’t pursue a dream
cause you can’t even imagine wings
and you live frozen unable to fly
not cause you’re scared but imprisoned in a human cage
without a chance
a two-faced coin rigged against the player so you always lose.
And we use our beliefs to contain and destroy
We manipulate truth and trust and each other
Because we must always be superior to another,
And we discriminate, ignore suffering…
Why must we trample others and pollute our wings with blood,
Why can’t we see that a distant star isn’t worth sacrificing others
Why can’t we share the sky?
Why can’t we respect and let each other live,
Instead of contest, collaboration,
Peace instead of decimation.
Why is the world the palace of a few, and for the rest
I want to remove the blinds of prejudice
and see the light behind—
but if all I see is darkness how can I believe in humanity?
But though it’s hard to trust mankind,
I find I can believe in the individual’s humanity
If every little miracle combines in harmony
then maybe the dissonance of humanity
can calm like the sea after a storm each wave drowning injustice and poverty.
And we can bend the sky with our gravity
And our world can be our snow globe
And ours the palm
we choose snow or rain or sand
And in our hand we hold our time
an hourglass as our currency for Change
In our Snow Globe
we are both the figurine and the hand
To catch the falling world.
We patchwork the surface and seal the cracks
make the glass transparent so we can see outside our greed
And with our hands we build a field of forces colored gold
Magnitude equals infinity,
Momentum equals curiosity,
forward at maximum Velocity,
Direction of infinite possibility,
Vector limit to infinity,
And its ours to choose if we want to stay at zero
Or go negative to oblivion
Or rise an arc forever positive
Or ellipses round an endless loop
With a distance traveled but no displacement
So I may be a figurine
but I can also be a guide
And if our world were a snow globe
I would try to lead us right
to change the sign to positive.
So even if the sky’s a sham
I want to reach it with my hand
so I will climb up that ladder to reach the glass
open the veil and see the path
And if I fall or stumble a syncopation
It won’t stop me from running towards my destination
And finding out my miracle.