So let’s talk…
And perhaps then
We’ll find something new
In the binge of words and rhymes
We write… something fresh,
Some new perspective
(Perhaps)
That urges a
More determinate
Understanding of all the
Things we never fully grasped,
When we took our lives for granted;
Running and scheming, alone and strong,
Before walls were built, and the freedoms
We all enjoyed began to slowly vanish…
.
Tell me of inspiration,
(The purest kind)
That arrives without fanfare,
And flows unrestrained and truthful…
.
And tell me why it is
That so many men put aside
Their differences in times of trouble
And join hands in oneness until
The trouble has passed…

Tell me (too) why so often
Some ply themselves fruitlessly
For those who applaud imitation
But dismiss the real thing…
.
Tell me where
The birds go
During hurricanes…
.
Tell me why a man
wraps himself in himself
To find a greater truth…
.
And tell me why it is
that so many keep searching
But never find answers…
.
Tell me,
Is it possible to think
Without language…
.
Tell me, is it true
That suffering is
necessary for growth…
.
Tell me,
Can perfection ever exist
In an imperfect world…
.
Tell me how something
Can be true for you
And false for me….
.
Tell me how the grass blows
East against the source of the sun
An hour before the sun sets…
.
Tell me why sparrows,
Feeding in a freezing drizzle,
Keep dancing in the sight of heaven…
.
So....... let’s talk,
And try to discover together
what can never be ascertained alone…
.
© Richard Lloyd Cederberg
5/2026
       A NEW RACE OF HuMANS