It's the ticking, the itch of the digging Down to reality Out of this abyss, and Into transcendenence Where its Only lonely nowhere, solely because A soul needs no reason when cleansed with supreme divinity. It sickens me to know or feel That unreal matter, material made illusion To lose myself in. See, I've been Sick of the convoluted oxymoron phenomenon For so long that it's just wrong not To shake up a change, and Turn this worn page To a new day Where although the skies may be gray- I got faith there's rays of sunshine Through all of this world's *******. See I spit it like it is Cause this taste on my tongue Was once numb, and raw with some Ignorant attempt at self expression. Bitter with rage and self hate and rebellion. Now I dwell in the flavors of nectar I savor With one word. One name. Freedom and love don't cost a thang. And ya see, it's really all the same to me, As long as I'm free and in love.