"We Want More!"

Then more you shall have.
Aren't you glad I realized that beliefs were a fad?
A trend, to some end, not something we comprehend
Just an idea, played out in the pen.

Now I am free, from the lies and deceit
Free I am, and washing my feet.
My hands too, of old decrepit to-dos
Lost goals of hardship, no longer new.

What's left, but of course
Unconditional love
The heavenly doves
Scatter rainbows and fuzz.

The feeling it grows
It takes courage but it grows
And eventually, well
Who knows?

I for one am ready to see
So if you're with me
Chant,
"We want more!"

And let us see,
What we have in store.

Emanuel Caparelli