Out comes the sun to say hello
Amidst a white haze
The works on the road blare on
Unwanted theta waves to wake my sleep
Frying some sweet potato
Making an omelete
You can't make an omelette
Without breaking those eggs
So much brutality trained into society
Through television, media, socially acceptable levels of fake visible violence
The sinus issues I've been having
Every website says a different thing
Nose for knowledge?
Repression? Anger?
Lack of self acceptance?
Or self love?
I just heal the damn thing
This muck is getting old
Not until I'm really switched on
Can I discipline myself to change
My love leads me in this direction
My love leads me in that direction
My love is an addiction to a heightened level of essence
My love is the thing I had once before but deny it to me now
Is it really that close to bang time
The end of all worlds
The compaction point
A time when choice cannot be choosing?
Peace, peace, and then sudden destruction
Nothing is as it seems
Even reading between the lines
I can only interpret strains of paranoid belief
So I sit, and breath
Occasionally, remember to breathe at least
Because every other avenue is a delusion
And I'm willing to find that out now
The times when you don't feel like it
Are the times when you need it most
The moral mind buts in,
Just because it feels good, does not mean it is good for you
How much of our lives is based on chasing good feelings?
Almost every aspect
Principle maintained is truly virtuous
Discipline is truly the science of consciousness
Nothing is left
Only love
And if the self cannot be loved
Then how can the expectation be to love others
This experiment, of feeling
Must be put to an end
Things are getting serious
It's time to stop playing and get serious
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