Plants Are Like People

Plants are like people.  First, they will be organized, usually rooted, and counted somehow.  They must be fed, watered properly, and tested to measure their growth.  Plants are kept on large scales to insure that most survive, though they are all still prone to eradication.  Before they were organized by someone in charge, plants would roam free and wild in the hills and crevices of the world, evolving, changing with those around them, no one species dormant with its own unchanging kind, but alive, learning, adapting to all that surrounds it. Now plants live by masters.  They are raised in boxes and treated with pesticide.  They were once a blessing to earth but have become a controlled substance.  Plants are like people.

What It Is

Have you forgotten what you came here to do
And what you have been connected to
If you've transformed life into a chore
And abandoned what's worth working for
Do you remember what it's like to have more?
Dreams, oh yeah, you kind of see, now
It's not about when or where, it's about how
Your thoughts may be dimensionally restricted
But at least you can measure pleasure before you're addicted
You insist on continuing to take it easy
But life is a challenging symmetry of queasy
And dreams, oh yeah, it's a bit clearer still
If you can't handle nightmares then take the blue pill, but
If you know what you must do and are positioning to dive
You're already awake and truly alive
For those of you afraid or not very assured
Step out of your own way, be not obscured
There is a task I'm singling out, but
I have no idea, only You can carry it out