Is This Really Better: Reflections On A Cure For Cancer

If we had a cure for cancer, that could truly change the world,
But we stuffed it in a closet far away,
Because we didn’t want to rock the boat, the boat of known traditions,
Within the systems where we work and live and play,
Because we wanted to be liked, stay safe, and keep our mindless job,
And avoid the stress and change that would await,
Our decision to move forward with this supernatural gift,
And the potential that the AMA would hate;
If we were each others’ soulmate, with a purpose clear and bright,
And a love that filled the galaxies with fire,
To be enjoyed, expressed, and dignified; to rock and roll into the night;
To live in truth, not pretty lies that hide desire;
For the special things we share, we are, we have to teach and offer,
For the mission that together we’d complete,
For the mushy lovebirds singing, dancing, fitting close together,
For the stars and planets turning up the heat;
To share what we share, with its power and purpose,
And for you to go and throw it all away,
Is like having the cure, through our higher embrace,
And discarding it, because of what people say,
Is this really better, when we have what we have,
And you waste it for lies and traditions,
Which both cover the truth, of what’s in your heart,
And, as an actress, the soapy editions,
Not because you’re a saint, or so value the union,
But because you’re afraid of rejection,
And of what others think, and not being enough,
To sustain my desire and affection,
Is this really better, living a lie, and wasting our sweet spirit love;
If we had a cure for cancer, that could truly change the world …