Free this all Up

So much uncertainty,
My heart goes out to you,
All of you,
Myself included,
I’d rip out my heart and give it to you,
If that might fix all of this,
Yet with all of this I can’t help but not feel any empathy,
Not by my doing,
Or maybe?
It’s not that I could care less,
Or that I choose to be careless,
Maybe it’s that I long for the sweet caress of divinity,
Divine hands, minds, and souls to be expected,
We’re late, we’re late!
My consciousness screams for creative judgment,
And a new to do list,
Like I said my heart goes out to you,
All of you,
Myself included,
Yet I can’t help but feel so apathetic,
Time to chakradize my eyes to my mind, and heart and free this
all up.

Jabo