I go back to that precious place on the lake
The hill overlooking the world

A tranquil perspective
Where peace of mind can be secured

But we cannot sit here forever

No matter how hard we try
We always have to descend back down
To a world full of angst

A world congested with immoral moral compasses

But even just a few hours spent
With a view such as this, I wonder....




That maybe.....



Just maybe...........

We are closer to heaven than we recognize
With the sun setting behind the rolling hill
And silhouettes lengthening behind us

Looking into the ideal
At the mouth of this cave
We unearth what is real…

Subjects still imprisoned by their own ignorance
With the glimmering warmth of a fictitious blaze
From the deceptive flames of a fabricated fire
Faintly whispering up against their backs

The puppeteers' handiwork betrays them
Splattering superficial illusions
Along a dull ill-defined canvas


Becoming aware of their elusive scheme
We broke from the inhibiting chains

Liberating our confiscated minds
We deplored the fraudulent portrayals on the wall

Abandoning these projected shadows
We emerged from this somber fallacy

Bringing to light
A consequential validity....

Mind over matter,
A beautiful reality
A breathtaking ideal

Scatter the truth and let it unfurl
Climb towards the sun
On top of the hill overlooking the world