What are we doing as a species?
Where are we going to end up?
When do we decide to look within?
How do we go back to how it was before?
Why did it get to this point?

This male dominated society we live in
There was once coexisting unisex tribes
Goddess worshipping lovers
Plant foraging, wisdom consuming
Harmonious humans

There was a time when everything was a mystery to our ancestors
In this day and age
Before we've been somewhere or seen something
We've seen a picture
Word of mouth has made sure that we're not in doubt
But there was a time that every new horizon
Bought suspense, surprise and uncertainty

A time when we had to work together to survive
Learn how to do things that mattered to stay alive
When exploring our own consciousness wasn't a crime
What are we now?
The majority
Spoon fed junk all our precious lives

We are forgetting that we are primates, cousins of the great apes
We're forgetting our extraordinary circumstances
Alive on a habitable planet
Evolved through processes just learning to explain
In a minute amount of time
A universe the size our minds alone fail to fathom
But I'm going too far
The reality we're supposed to believe in is money and cars!

Searching for tranquillity to take her to town
Board a train of thought in solitude with the absence of sound
Quietude is my preference and presented proud
A glance to the blue cloud clustered sky and any sense of self is swiftly lifted as high as I feel
The door of my favourite place is secure and sealed

A rough trail of thought winds it's way through my mind
Like a green forest's walking track
A feeling of worth on Earth
No longer considered to lack
I have no purpose but to live
Earn my bread and yearn to give
Create and indulge in art
Satisfy my soul
Reach for the status quo and tear it apart
A century or so to call my own
People of the future and people of the past
In the end we all go just as far

Thinking that maybe there is music on planets other than our own
With different tones that we just can’t seem to hone
And instruments like triple necked trombones made of recycled robotic bones
Rockstar aliens playing in bands and doing gigs on planets in neighbouring zones
A gigantic galactic space tour to call their own and silver and chrome skyscraper cities to rock and roam

When thing's become full circle
                Do they just go back to square one?
                Will you make me believe I was wrong again
                Just to shy away as a friend

Or could you say there's been progress
              That it's not just another digress
              Save me a fatal wound to the chest
              A quiet, kosher loss at best
              
Rest away my thoughts for now, coax me to retire
            Obliterate my dumb desires
            My heart
            It starts to tire

Alluring
           each single cell and fibre
An event horizon  
                      briskly scathing wider
A hyper-nova powerhouse
                               The death of a Sun
Quiet as a mouse on Earth
                                      In Space perhaps a hum

Quite the sight we've never seen
                                            From our eyes to the sky
But envisioned by a telescope
                                                 The vastest contrasts of realities
Exist so far and wide
                                                     Hard to fathom
Tiny atoms
                                                       Galaxies like grains of sand
What is big?
                                                          What is small?            
Whatever the answer
                                                             Space is ******* cool!

They say
"Is it really worth it,
To read between the lines?
I've never really cared that much
And It's done me just fine!"

           I say
          "To see something naturally deemed perfect?
           With an eye always turned blind
           And comfortably concealed
           Behind the clouded thoughts of kind -
           Mothers and Fathers of times past by
           That you've suffered and you've fought
           Sometimes left feeling distraught
           There's nothing left to have faith in now
           No royal of the sort
           To kneel before and hide your thoughts
           Be loyal to yourself for once
           You know that you're worth more, have pride
           Morality is an ability of yours
           There since birth and always will be
           The reality is richer rather than poor

           So Yes! you should question
           Find out more open intentioned
           Open up and peak outside
           Logic beckons you not to hide
           What answers may arise
           Is far beside this point of mine
           Just swim the sea
           Just ride the tide
           Earth is our own playing ground
           Look for things inside
           If these discoveries could sing at you
           I think they surely would
           Just waiting for knowledge to be took from them
           Beckoning to be found!".