6-10-16 Organ Cases

 •Organ Cases•

Every now and then I remember that everyone is just faking it

Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look everyone is acting 

It's like everyone enrolled in the movie called "Life" but didn't have a choice

Faking Love

Faking Happiness

Faking themselves 

We cover ourselves in cheap gold and rough fabric and call ourselves special

Because that's how we made ourselves 

We are surrounded by mirrors 

All pointed at ourselves 

We cut each other out of the family picture and kept our own portrait 

Nailing it to the door 

Every now and then I forget who molded me 

Who pressed every corner of my ears 

Who bent my toes 

Who curved my belly

Who stuffed these organs into my tiny body

Who made my heart to love and feel

Who made my brain to create 

My hands to rub and press 

My feet to run to the one who made my body into a temple 

The one who loves what He has created 

And I'm in love with the result 

Every now and then I remember who created the walking organ cases, curly haired, small handed, tall, skinny, plump, beautiful beings that walk the same road as me

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