Sometimes people aren't allowed to visit you,
Yet it would otherwise be okay -
If only they weren't mad wit you.

{ Weasel }

An idea is given shape through will,
and if this is true,
then what is the human will?
Is it a product of imagination,
a chemical reaction,
an electric impulse,
or perhaps something more?
There is something out there,
beyond the horizons of shape and form,
there are things that we cannot touch,
things we cannot taste,
things that we can sense,
but can never quantify,
we are more aware of this when we are young,
there is mystery round about us,
and as we age,
we forget that there are things we do not understand,
things we cannot smell,
things we cannot see,
too acute for the eye.
Thoughts can shape the future,
for what is the future but a collective motive,
an understanding born of sentiment observation,
I feel in my bones that thoughts are powerful,
they create and destroy,
and often unconscious thoughts are the most influential,
dreams unspoken are just as real.

When looking around at the observed,
I cannot help but cry,
the observed world is a cruel place,
the observed cruelty,
the observed frailty,
the observed is not whole,
and so I ask,
how can this be?
How can it be that such a world exists without reprieve,
how can entropy have such hold?
And so I think to myself,
there must be something more,
life cannot simply exist to die.

This is why I believe in abstractions,
notions far beyond cracked understanding,
because sometimes flecks of truth fall through.

it's hard to feel much of anything
if you're using darkness as a cover
over bright lights that refuse to turn on
it's hard to feel much of yourself
when you're covered in memories you don't want
it's hard to breathe sometimes

it's hard to walk with two feet
on ground covered in broken dreams
it's hard to open your eyes when
all you see is burnt out hope
smoke filled love was what i got

it's hard to be yourself when
no one else wants you to be
when all they wanted was money and your body
it's hard to see yourself as lovable
when you had nobody to love you
it's hard to love when no body wants you

it's hard to realize why you're crying
when oceans are drowning every thought you have
it's hard to hear over the waves
it's hard when you want to be okay
it's even harder when you thought you were

See
LO!
BEHOLD!
We

We come because it is the time
For us

-----       To appear       ------
•

(In our alien human form
Our
True
Beating Hearts)

••

The war is here

•

You meditate or stay dead you know

Watching the children as they mutilate
Themselves

(It's  what our leaders do)

ITS THE WAY IT IS

(Simply repeat)

••
See
LO!
BEHOLD!
We

Are here

Will you come awake

(It's what real people do you know)