Farmers plant trees and nourish them as children, even mourning the elders as they recycle
Lovers abuse love, the love leaves never to return but you still miss those green ******* eyes
Prisons kept isolated to see no sun, now everyday they will bleed the sky.
Life awards but one possession
Unaffected by any pretension
So any which way my wife, the wind, blow
All you've got is the soul, wind blow and she grow

Eventually the branches will fall from the tree
And for some time is left feeling incomplete
But seasons change and new leaves grow
And so now it is known
The wind always blows.

Though always I know you'll be in my head
I've learned to be alone at night in my bed
The warmth of progression
Killing waves of depression
I know now to love everything
Regardless of what the weather brings
Before stood a box that I was trapped in
And broke out when I said "but it did happen."
See that's why I smile on what was once had
And suddenly it's not that bad.

You'll know all these things Eye feel as Eye give them to you
As Eye take away anything of the before, anything of worry
Experience the reciprocity of energy that comes from letting now be.
Thought can be left behind with everything else for the moment,
smoke this joint with me, having no thought of a high.

If the energy doesn't reflect the inner-chi,
grab a hold of the light a say "please enter me".
It could be your own worst enemy,
But life never looks at you and says "just let it be"

The feeling of a force,
from words spoken atop a horse.
Speaking clearly of a course
of new minority reports.
Resistance is growing,
to powers unknowing.
Few parts of the puzzle
are left to assemble.
Poor in good posture,
Rich all to tremble.
Isolation,
Decimation,
Consciousness on radio stations.
Pre-conceptions torn to pieces.
Ready to die,
for sake of species.
Never world war ,
only wars inside.
And then we will find,
how to turn the tide.
Stop with accessory,
move onto necessity.
Slowly unravel life's endless complexities.
Don't nod your head, if only for this fraction.
Keep always in rhythm to escape the box you were trapped in.

You are a slave;
To your own ideals
To your contradictions
To your actions
To where you stand now,
Where they make you stand.
You are a ******* robot
They gave you batteries for your beating heart
Recharging you day by day,
Filling you with the nonsensical ******* you believe to be a pulse
Be free from their obscenity
Free the robots