Lately I've been trying to answer these questions
in the paradox of learning that eats away my innocence.

Conundrums will settle in the spectrum of thinking
that collect here like cobwebs over every new circumstance,

when i'm given too much to return.
when I am punished by a common expense.

so I am finally starting to learn
what it means to rely on y friends.

Now it comes back to the way I was feeling
when i was much younger and,
abandoned by my own accord

And all the emotions stored up in my body
seep out through my skin to
reflect the way I'm living.

In a dream of life, some say exist,
waking hours do seem to conceal so much more.

Every moment of peace in this complacent struggle
seems to promise a golden reward.

Now the present is disheveled through galactic interaction,.
The steaming machines of commerce and justice,

The lust of the ego.
The egg and the halo.
The empty cardboard box at the end of every rainbow.

the poisonous water, the chemical air.
The corpse in it's coffin, the king in his chair.

The feast on the table. The cupboard so bare,
The tower of garbage hides a maiden so fair.

And you, ravenous students, are corrupted by knowledge.

In this village of idiots where
The devil's seven children
have become villains preaching their way to salvation
In the stations we choose
just to feel like we are living,

Oh!
The treasure I've found in the eyes of damnation
and the symbols i could never understand.

It's so hard to find love when you no longer seek
any difference in women and man.

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Hear the whir of each machine that hides in your wall.
See the steps leading up to the inevitable fall.

Can you tell there's a way you could push through them all?

Can you look through the cracks that slither on in the air?

Can you see that there is something to know beyond there?

Well,
New awareness awaits those of patience, and prayer.

new awareness waits those of patience, and prayer.

The next time you arrive in some new city square
Could you promise me some correspondence from there?

Though I am not a man who is easily scared.
And I won't sit here dreaming of the places where you are.
I am a monster when i'm drunk, and I'm a paranoid liar.

And it is not just your voice, but your shape which desire.

It is not just your voice, but your shape which I......

Now taste the digital hum of the new antique world.
All of the constant peaceful noise
All of the chaos if our wars.

Here we are, fighting for a standard with no meaning at all.

We have surrendered the spirit to quietly dissolve.
In the terror of our learning and the fear of our gods.

until we're comfortable and crazy in our own little pods.
We are sterilized and lazy in our own...

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so i lay with my stomach expanding
in my troth of endless peace

and as the smoke ambles up from the ashtray
it commences to encompass all the air that I breathe.

I am watching you without you knowing
there is nobody else who i see

you have defined all toward which i have been reaching
you reside in an aura of intangible dream.

But i am nobody's friend, nobody's love
and i'm through with pretending I am

But I'm never concerned with the way the world turns
There is only this burning desire
to show you who i am.

Though it feels like someone has taken my place
and stolen my face and disgraced my name.

I know it's just the way that I've changed
and we all make mistakes, and we all must be shamed
It has happened before, and it will happen again.

But it is so hard to know what I am feeling.
it is so hard to see through the fog.

All of the figures who move here before me
are they women or men? are they mortals or gods?

Now take a good look at everything that surrounds you
and if all that matters has fallen apart

have I surrendered my soul to oblivion
if I pass through this world without leaving a mark?

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So bury the hatchet into the skull of my sadness
I'm off to the garden to watch the new flowers bloom.

And open my ears, and open my eyes
and wait for the wind that caresses and moves

through my unfettered mind, oh how kind the world seems
to hand me this life with the cost just to be
to fill me with feeling and unconscious dream

Oh! what more could I ask of this physical plane?

Carve into the earth, fingernails through the dirt
I will pull up the worms, I will pluck out the weeds

Keep clean and sustained in the sun and the rain
I'll assemble the cradle and tend to the seeds

Oh what beautiful growth from this desolate place!
its majesty mirrors the whole human race

where all good and evil inhabit one space

i am humbled and blessed by it all...