Monday - Unconditional

The only realms of existence

Even open to the idea of unconditional

Are love and fake physics

We all remember those days

In senseless High School

Where some ageless science teacher

Had you skating around on frictionless surfaces

So that the equations were "easy"

And completely unconditional 

Remember there's no wind friction in the void

These days you wonder what happens

To the length of years

Totally reconditioning your mind

Into a jaded maze

Where was innocence lost

On the sidelines of growing up

In the learning of lessons unfit for respect

And the shaking off of the idea

That all love is unconditional

Left behind as dried old rattlesnake skin

Waiting for its resurrection day