I can't wrap my mind around this paradox.  A riddle called life where the birds flock to the sun.  As I chase street signs wondering if I'm the only one who understands.  Can someone shed some light on these plans?  Are there really any answers or just more questions that we keep asking while changing directions.  Lost in this maze of difficulty looking for serene simplicity, well, that's at the end of a different tunnel.

I'm losing my mind, but all the while wondering if it was ever really mine.  Molded by masses of moguls playing games to make those extra dollars.  Telepathic signals that control knee **** reactions while I keep thinking, hopelessly, that I control my actions.  We're all revolutionaries in our own right, the blood shed always seems to be justified by the means, but the means are never justified.  Ask yourself what we are fighting for.  Freedom? No, we don't want freedom, we want to be able to buy a large home with multiple flat screens.  We to own land, and plants, thoughts and beliefs, animals and trees.  We want commodities, and some stock options.  We are terrified of freedom, because then all have the right to choose, a life we don't agree with.