Embrace the shreds
That used to be
What you called your identity.
Climb the stairs
to fall again
Busco la verdad también.
An acid rain, no drain of pain, just the insane with hate to gain.
Pictures painted beneath our eyelids from our waking moment.
My thoughts aren't mine the fine line
'Twixt right and wrong I can't
Define
I've grown to be
My own so I can
loan my lips to others.
And watch how the world smothers itself time and time again
Busco la verdad también.
So judge me from behind the cross the
Gradebook
Counter
Temple
Mosque
Have fun licking bitter labels to plaster on each other
Have fun ticking little tables to convert man to number.
Our fear is our enslavement
Life's a scuff on the pavement
A flash of light in the midst of an eternal slumber
But I can't help but feel the fear because I am just another
Human blunder, torn asunder
from nature
just to plunder
Waves from seas and sound from thunder
To see life a lonely ocean
Compass in a tailspin motion
No god or creature good enough that doesn't answer why
The human cry the lie for which humanity
would die
Has died
will die again
Busco la verdad también
My thoughts aren’t mine the fine line
‘Twixt right and wrong I can’t
Define
I’ve grown to be
My own so I can
loan my lips to others
And watch how the world smothers itself time and time again
Busco la verdad también.
We always want a reason and we always want a rhyme
we want the wheel to turn and the clocks to keep the time
But the seconds melt to minutes and the minutes pass us by
And in us is the question
The longing to know why the sky
Harbors the stars
And in the valleys lie
rivers little slivers born when the heavens cry
Each instant is infinity
Chaos and serenity
The universe an entity and we can only try
To make a choice of colors because there is
no black or white
Right and wrong are guidelines
The dark as pure as light
So blue may fight the grey and now green may think it's right.
No matter where you stand life impairs your line of sight.
Convoluted concepts conceive only confusion
Distance and discontent develop deep delusion
Yet if the rainbow mixed the world would feel the loss
And so spider-webbing out over infinite branches we hang like fruit waiting for the fall not knowing where we end and where others begin and how still others can be so far.
And my thoughts aren’t mine the fine line
‘Twixt right and wrong I can’t
Define
I’ve grown to be
My own so I can
loan my lips to others
And meaning’s lost all meaning
And smiles are just covers
And wandering through foreign streets
there are no foes or brothers
And wondering how empty beats can touch the hearts of others
And pondering how like a spring we tumble in circles, struggling through new points that are only manifestations of the old.
And watching the world smother itself time and time again
Busco la verdad también.
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