An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations. Social pressure manifesting itself into anxiety and doubt. A mechanical mess of cogs and wheels churning out endless streams of mental clout.
Be what I will and do as I may is what I say. But they say: Be what we will and do as I do, this is the proper way. Try not reform or perform to conform is what I say. But they say: Follow me through this hollow tree and you will see what I want you to be, this is the proper way
An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations, passed down through electric, media driven sensations of transient satisfaction, a mechanical mess of wound up plastic toy soldiers marching in circles with rubber souls pointing death dealing cylinders at each others backs.
Be yourself for everyone else is what I say. But they say: Be everyone, or else. Try for progression's sake, be genuine and certainly not fake is what I say But they say: Try for regression's sake, be fake and certainly not genuine, this is the proper way.
An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations, disgusted with modern tribulation, choosing self-selected conscious liberation. A singular, personal declaration toward evolution. A natural mess of vines and roots reaching below and above producing boundless rivers of truth and love. This is revolution.
Be one amongst many is what I say. But they say Be us. This is the proper way.