We plan, calculate, anticipate and concentrate all too much on what we want
For us...
For them...
And for you...

But we forget too often we were
Born...
And will live...
And will inevitably die...

Yet our minds are feed with overbearing knowledge
Our images with illustrious illusions
Our hearts with blades to pierce and rooms to enclose
But our souls drink poison from our very own cups

Take the path unbeknownst to you
To feed your soul the remedy to your melody