Coded Matrix
We were carefree and wild—
wind-loud, grass-kneed.
We laughed with the wind as kids;
bodies learned bark and rings,
aged like a tree—
but the inside stayed wide,
spirit still free.
Amid the hate that gathers,
I wrap myself in love.
Misunderstanding is a habit,
not a law.
Bars here are numbers—
rules in rows.
Factory hours rivet dreams to a line;
freedom a mirage in this reality mix.
Money wears the crown
and doesn’t listen.
Skin isn’t the border.
A soul is an address you can’t map—
each of us a small universe,
nested and overlapping;
step back and we’re a constellation,
blended and bright.
The Strange World whispers:
study what you fear
until it stops stalking you.
Do no harm.
Let perception shift
like a tide finding shore.
Let your love wash up and stay,
spreading through memory.
Speak with care—
loose words travel farther than you do,
and not everyone means you well.
Make art with your own hands—
it knows your weight.
If you fall, catch your sleeve.
Answer your name.
Be the one who answers your call.