All this time I didn't feel right
You gave me a struggle but it wasnt my fight
I became distracted with the course of my life
It wasn't the direction, as much as the flow
The highest highs and the lowest lows
The blackest nights and the whitest glows
I stay up above or down below
The medium stays well out of sight

Vivid visions of the past lurk me,
I’m walking on the avenues of once a quick man’s vision,
driving in car models a dead man thought
and voting with rights dead men and women fought—
for, we’re all living life through dead men’s visions—
books of laws and morals woven by dead men’s *****—
subconscious slaves to dead ways.
So ask me about “life” and I’ll reply,
*I’m still waiting to live like my master
for everyone that lives dies
but everyone that dies lives.

If each one is unique,
      Then why
      Are they catagorized?
      Unique.
      Just like everyone else.

He who knows nothing and knows he knows nothing, he is a scholar;
teach him.
He who knows nothing and thinks he knows something, he is a fool;
shun him.
He who knows something and thinks he knows nothing, he is unsure;
enlighten him.
He who knows something and knows he knows something, he is wise;
follow him.