Security. well, how secure are we?
making our plans in a castle of sand as our dreams get
dragged to sea. you say you're independent; well is that
a fact? it's by creation's donation that you are maintained
but you'd rather turn your back. in defense of reality!
today's modern science is your modern religion. guesswork
taught as fact--"don't talk back"--blind faith in their decision.
you say explosion started creation, and we're just chemical
combinations, but would you take the same stand if there was
a gun in my hand? or wouls you beg for your salvation?
in defense of reality? actually, these conclusions prove
their insanity! a creation without a creator...can it be?
just like a painting without a painter...absurdity! no,
i don't wanna run away, i want to embrace reality.
"the news"
an inspiration for a real sensation. emancipation
of my soul. and my fixation is some infromation on this
part's relation to the whole. my aspiration is pure meditation:
self-realization, that's the goal! but nonsense information
breaks my concentration, mundane sound vibration is
taking control! before i want to hear your news,
i want the news on me. been caught up so long in all
of life's hype, i haven't had time to see that beneath
the disguise the real self lies which needs a soul satisfying
activity. no, i don't want to hear your news, i want
the news on me. turn down that noise! who are we
essentially? beneath the smiles, profiles, and styles, lies
individuality. no more immense pretense, i'll take down
my fence. i want to know the real me. no more acts
i just want some facts on the soul's real personality
but that news confuses, misconstrues, and abuses. it blocks
my view from what i need to see. i want the news on me