Making Something

The search for connection Drugs in which we indulge Engage in dangerous behavior Just to wake up from slumber A heightened sense of connection To justify our existence Travel great lengths to correlate And adhere to a sense of the wave Fish around in the sea In the end however Satisfy a vivid way to feel connection Visionary stare flashes through me Engaged in a process More alive than ever Making something and not merely consuming Turning mortals into merchants Proof of the field we communicate When we can be masters of the Truth that we create