Title: Uni-Verse
By: Ronnie Sidney
Date: Summer 2005

I wanna move,
But in my heart I know its not the answer.
Wanna save my soul,
But afraid to cut the cancer.
Big dreaming, head steaming,
Looking for direction.
Running to the motherland,
Seeking her protection.
Since my birth on this earth,
I knew I had a mission.
It was in school at ODU,
Where I received my vision.
Peace to my M.A.P. and my family tree.
They the reason for my growth and maturity.
Ain’t no debatin, the creator created the position I was placed in.
I knew my purpose was much bigger than my situation.
Just lost my train of thought, soon to catch another one.
Destination the stars, the big yellow one.
But the more things change, they tend to stay the same.
Met a girl a couple months back, still kicking the same game.
Trapped in the fantasy, they call reality.
The paradox got me on the edge of sanity.
Why is it when you fake, everybody wanna love you.
Why is it when you real, everybody wanna fuck you.
Who am I to judge, who am I to criticize ?
Who am I to question the fact that one day you’re gonna die ?
Wonder if I can succeed, being all I can be. 
I wanna be the seed, that sprouts into the orchards tree.
Heavens majestic waters, spawning life from the dirt.
Life’s light producing fruit to feed the bees and birds.
Like pollen, I float throughout the entire region.
Seeking to procreate and agitate these human beings. 
Look through these lens, and tell me everything you see.
Can you see the bounded boundless bundles of energy.
The same energy derived from the big bang theory.
Is the same energy produced when your spirits free.
But when you’re isolated, incarcerated or infuriated.
Your energy is redirected within the being it created.
Instead of synergy, you create negative energy.
In place of chemistry, you create misery.
Something self perpetual, has become communicable.
Exponentially expanded, Spread across the planet.
Man I can’t stand it, but still seek to understand it.
To put it candid, how could man cause so much fucking damage.
Feel the shame and guilt that comes along with association.
Knowing that procreation will lead to more deforestation.
My conscious eating me everytime I bite into a piece of chicken.
Destroying the ozone everytime I put the key into the ignition.
I’m tripping…