A society of replicas march heads bowed. Feet that grind heavy over concrete ground. To admire their deity, with empty smiles Lives on trial. Lives in denial.
From people to clothes movies and shows Communication stripped vacant of what we all know.
A society of replicas march heads bowed. feet that grind heavy over concrete ground. Robbed of beauty. Blind to earth. but what is there to see, when all you see is dirt?
A society of replicas march heads bowed. Feet that grind heavy over concrete ground. eyes magnetized to their devices, pulling their faces to their vices. With glossy eyes fueled by bitter lies internalized to home. But still to claim no better relationship, Than between man and phone.
I feel I am stuck With a bear in my hut The forest - surrounding Our friendship - enticing We sit and drink tea Like there’s nothing to see We chat about the weather and how it could be There is meaning in absurdity With insightful profundity From a grizzly stream words enter the scene They're washing right over The things we don't see
How can we attain the perspective of the introspective When detectives aren't respected By crowds drawn by clowns Made vicious by the wishes Of Hades with rabies
In order for humanity to progress We must all consider our place in society Emotional disclosure accelerates our human race Until externalizations halt our momentum We begin to drift Discourse drifts toward absurdity Absurdity drifts toward reality Reality drifts toward **** And accepting reality Means accepting the bullet's laughter while it drifts through the innocent Then we must accept where our souls have drifted So our minds drift into fantasy We wrap our abandon ties around our neck And go to work
We live in a society Where not giving a **** about what others think Is actually encouraged Yes, exchanging ideas can hurt That's whiplash as we stop drifting and jolt in each other's direction But communication Takes detours to dead ends As honesty and compassion Elude us In a self-perpetuating cycle When education's only purpose Is learning ******* each other Before we know too much Our species drifts toward extinction
I thought this was reality. But a world bound by words can never be real. We've created these words to explain the absurdity of our existence. But no longer an explanation. Now just a way of ignoring our fear of the pure real. And ultimately, the absurdity of our mortality. Iv found the world without words. I've found the horror we've been conditioned to hide from. There are no words to tell you about this world. If one was created, the real would lose its meaning, And become only a word or a label to make sense of something you can't explain.
The entrance is marked by a path of fallen syllables, that will serve no purpose in this world. Leave your language on the road leading to the real. Abandon your understanding of existence. It will only crumble anyway.
This world of truth is mine. Only I can experience it because I cannot communicate its existence. I can't tell you how crippling the real feels. It's a silent war of the mind and mouth. The mind is dying for exodus of this experience. But the mouth cannot divulge. It has no frame work to put together. It has no sounds that can build you my world.
Alone in this life. Because no one can live it with me. No one can feel what I feel, ever. No one can live my exact life. It makes me feel detached from every other human or object. They can never truly enter my life or my world. You cannot put yourself behind my eyes and see what I see. Your perception is distorting my real.
Maybe your real is less terrifying. Maybe you don't have a real. And I am envious. Don't build your wordless world. It only pushes me to see I will die alone.