If they call it freedom
But then they say
That if we don’t believe in their name
They’ll take it away

What kind of freedom is that to fear?

I would be unafraid

People go their whole lives
Wasting away for imaginary causes

What a shame it would be to find out it’s not real...

Or not

At least then the healing could start

People waste so much of their lives
As if indebted to the after life
That they miss out entirely on this life

Their actual very being’s existence

Don’t be a fool for someone who miss guides you
Open up your eyes to the world before you

For that is real

That is the true gift

The mind’s imagination is a powerful thing

It’s made up and has passed along side ourselves

Evolving along with us as we go

Generation to generation

And within our very own minds to mold

I choose to be someone who tries to understand

I rather be outcast for telling the truth,
As I’ve come to know it,
Then go along pretending I believe in false claims, imaginations, hallucinations, delusions, or unwarranted beliefs

But really I would rather just be understood

Perception is where one stands and observes

People are indeed a strange creature amongst all things

Be careful who you have faith in

They can only give you their version of reality

(If it’s even their’s to begin with)

Eventually we all have to make our own minds up

Fall back on programming

Or stand up for who we

Really,

Truly,

Are