A Hose Through Which Love Flows

Am I validated feelings Am I compassion incarnate? Or the darkest of the answers Resigned to his fate? Yes am I doomed to live forever With the free will that I chose? Or am I a hose Through which love flows? I'm an accumulation of consciousness A wave before the sand An amalgamation of aspects At the limit of the land I'm growing and collecting Where attention goes And I'm a hose Through which love flows I'm chaos in the making And robust rigidity Desperately adding layers Trying to fashion identity I'm refractions of the light An animal that knows And I'm a hose Through which love flows I'm a bundle of emotions Each with their own name Pretending individualism All desperate for a frame I'm the wheel of awareness A whisper dressed in clothes And I'm a hose Through which love flows I'm a preacher proud to stand up A prosecutor who'll fall A politician in the alley Answering mother nature's call I'm integrating hemispheres The poetry and the prose And I'm a hose Through which love flows I'm the left side giving narration And the right side reaching out A problem-solving algorithm Wants to know what it's about I'm the observer and the object The audience and the show And I'm a hose Through which love flows I'm a hose through which love flows