We live within the confinements of the five primitive senses,
sitting on those fences of consciousness;
hiding the forbidden senses dancing among us.
Time eternal, infinite space in the mundane days of a cosmic taint.
Religion ridden, catastrophic collision,
there's an access to unseen realms that evade us on a daily basis.
Stand up and take it, third eye peripheral.
We’re all ok, we’ll alright, those that galvanise together, eliminate fear and encapsulate desire.
You don’t want to hear me talk about my conscious state.
I’ve been awake for days,
Months upon end.
You describe me insane, fearful paradigms - you’re lack of toleration in abomination to the spiritual kind.
I can’t find you in those usual hiding places.
Paragliding through those paranoid thoughts.
You cannot define me without the provisions of a higher entity.
Like this,
it doesn’t make sense. You can’t find me without a logical rational mind.
You can’t find me and I can’t even look for you.
You elect to ignore the spiritual,
mankind and human beings being human true.
We humour you.
You think you’re better and thats the start.
Material self divides the divine and leaves it behind, you spineless cowards.
In harmony in the planet as I watch it self destructive.
Those beautiful principles,
I’m disillusioned and lost in the youth of my forbidden adolescence.
