ake the time if you can
Pretend that you are wrong
Release it inside yourself
But first, choose a flower
The bees will come later
Don’t abandon your morals
You’re here to rearrange them
It’s not an astrological profile
Or even coloring your hair
It always grows back anyway
Think of impermanence
How little actually ever is
Only love is untainted
By politics or who you are
It is perception that corrupts
There are only a few
Our parents and children
Everyone else is conditional
Too vulnerable for more
Still we believe in forever
The mind is loaded first
The will becomes the decision
It is you pain that must die
Fed by the anger of others
Free speech lights the match
But that is not intellectual
It is the instinct of a follower
And when he finally says yes
The rhapsody of religious revival
Becomes the darkness in his heart
You must stop studying the map
There is a form to life from birth
Whether culture or a weak father
You cling to it indiscriminately
Until you discard the point of being
Think about your enemy
It may be you’ve never met them
You only know what someone said
Was it really what they have chosen
Or the context of their turmoil?
There is always a consequence
You have to decide how to live
Is it better to have nightmares
Or sleep soundly with ignorance
The songs chorus can’t help you
To live without classification
Is to think without influence
But the desire to cling tightly
To your past and your mistakes
Is to trade salvation for mortality
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
ake the time if you can
Pretend that you are wrong
Release it inside yourself
But first, choose a flower
The bees will come later
Don’t abandon your morals
You’re here to rearrange them
It’s not an astrological profile
Or even coloring your hair
It always grows back anyway
Think of impermanence
How little actually ever is
Only love is untainted
By politics or who you are
It is perception that corrupts
There are only a few
Our parents and children
Everyone else is conditional
Too vulnerable for more
Still we believe in forever
The mind is loaded first
The will becomes the decision
It is you pain that must die
Fed by the anger of others
Free speech lights the match
But that is not intellectual
It is the instinct of a follower
And when he finally says yes
The rhapsody of religious revival
Becomes the darkness in his heart
You must stop studying the map
There is a form to life from birth
Whether culture or a weak father
You cling to it indiscriminately
Until you discard the point of being
Think about your enemy
It may be you’ve never met them
You only know what someone said
Was it really what they have chosen
Or the context of their turmoil?
There is always a consequence
You have to decide how to live
Is it better to have nightmares
Or sleep soundly with ignorance
The songs chorus can’t help you
To live without classification
Is to think without influence
But the desire to cling tightly
To your past and your mistakes
Is to trade salvation for mortality
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