Each day it’s charted course.
Fate with it’s heavy force,
We are dog toys.
They’ll chew us up the more we squeak.
Do not forget.. You are but the meek.
Obsessions of the heart.
It can be passion,
But it’ll breed desperation and we fall apart.
Heavier and heavier the weight becomes.
Yawns and yawns until you succumb.
The bane wont burn out.
They wont even fade away.
They carry on as false martyrs..
Leading us astray.
Point the finger,
She can blow the whistle.
Insure security and care about the fiscal.
Ignore the truth and fire the missile.
Loss! Oh what is loss?
The pain of the gone.
The rise of the strong?
Accepting this is where we belong?
Loss of soul?
Loss of love?
Loss of pain?
All really the same.
They make us.
The mind being the key.
To disbelieving all you see.
All a struggle to be free.
But free is really an affordance of all fees.
Until you see me as I see you.
Nothing will really be true.
The sun will set.
The moon will fade.
We can all be in this ******* parade.
The truth of the problem was the mind.
A hoax of consumerism and self obsession.
To deny all instinctual truth and never question.
What is the real root of this ******* recession.
