An Evocative Play
The evocative parts unseen
Commonly it was a play
We met in the middle
And were encouraged to dance
Now we're afraid
We hide and repress
We shield it from sorrow
It brings us nowhere but pain
It should drive us to joy
It should lead us to elation
But we pack it up
We smoke it and throw it away
It was our destiny
To become whole
To love the natural order
With it's faults and kinks
Now we seek it only in the throws of reckoning