I want us to be kind to be kind
And not to be kind as a crutch:
Not to be kind as a way to get by
Or route to a prize that we covet to touch.

I want us to be honest and true
Even when the honesty hurts,
Even when the honesty rips us away
From the huddled-up comfort of our nest on the perch.

I must just trust.
I must just trust.

I want us to live to live
And not just to be alive:
Not just do what we do to get through,
But through it find joy in the striving to thrive.

I want us to love to love
And not just love to be loved,
And not use others as a pillow to comfort
Our closed eyes imagining a clear sky above.

I must just trust.
I must just trust.

I want us to be free to be free
And not just free to fuck off,
Let the currents take us like a particle of spit
Shooting forth with the force of some cosmic cough.