If they call it freedom
But then they say
That if we don’t believe in their name
They’ll take it away
What kind of freedom is that to fear?
I would be unafraid
People go their whole lives
Wasting away for imaginary causes
What a shame it would be to find out it’s not real...
Or not
At least then the healing could start
People waste so much of their lives
As if indebted to the after life
That they miss out entirely on this life
Their actual very being’s existence
Don’t be a fool for someone who miss guides you
Open up your eyes to the world before you
For that is real
That is the true gift
The mind’s imagination is a powerful thing
It’s made up and has passed along side ourselves
Evolving along with us as we go
Generation to generation
And within our very own minds to mold
I choose to be someone who tries to understand
I rather be outcast for telling the truth,
As I’ve come to know it,
Then go along pretending I believe in false claims, imaginations, hallucinations, delusions, or unwarranted beliefs
But really I would rather just be understood
Perception is where one stands and observes
People are indeed a strange creature amongst all things
Be careful who you have faith in
They can only give you their version of reality
(If it’s even their’s to begin with)
Eventually we all have to make our own minds up
Fall back on programming
Or stand up for who we
Really,
Truly,
Are