You Know

You know, the worlds resistance
Could fall without assistance
and cause panic in just an instance
One instance of heart racing instinct
Where man could come out of sync
Being the back seat driver as we become extinct
We link all our problems to pills over the sink
and write our fears in ink
But for that one second you blink
and that moment you think
You become the kink
The kink in the line of "peace"
and lose the lease on your life with ease
We revert to the things a child sees
Religious chants more or less pleas
Saying"Please, please let me live" out to the seas
While the wind still touch's the trees
We become the honey flying with the bees
Gathered into one spot ready to be picked like weeds
The world was never ours we simply planted the seeds
Watched them grow and take lead
Washed away like dirt from a water bead
We are one less spot on perfection now
Welcome back the promise land
Welcome back the beautiful sand