In another hour or two I will elect to make a choice That may leave me in ecstasy Or mind-numbing misery And I go to this choice in content freedom's slavery I'm playing out the patterns that were set in skin Here's the song, on repeat from within
I need to see where dragons be Here's the maps, where's the me? A deeper search for centricity Swallowing itself into infinity.
--- If you were in a cage, and you knew, What would you choose to do? It seems that maybe that's the key - The only way to be free is to learn to play, because even searching for the exit is just another way To get caught up in the plot and grime and crust An inevitability - maybe there's no way to be clean And trying not to play is just the same old game Biting our own hands doesn't make us any less tame Because these are the colors we're meant to spark; You can't steal the song from the throat of the lark because it's meant to be sung and shared and put on display; If my life is just a splash of color against the gray, Well that's okay - I don't need a time share on eternity to have a life well lived All I have, I freely give.
Can I touch eternity yet? Am I yet allowed to be disavowed Of such a false notion As putting things in motion
Hey God, It's your favorite fraud Yearning for rebirth; For what it's worth: I never meant to mislead Perhaps this prison is a karmic deed, Or flawed practice bringing broken creed, And a twisted trace of place.
Will I be free when sensate burning consumes me? Is there luminosity in insanity? Or perhaps I'm an example from the masters to we wayward ******* Of what we shouldn't do Or perhaps this is too much mind noise too.
But if there's some greater sense A compassionate intelligence Please alleviate this burning pain Please let rain be just rain.