stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
The world is vast
Just look into the past
All the tribes
Feeling different vibes
Each and every one leading a different life
But no one is ignorant of strife
The western mind is like a knife
That cuts up the world into fragments
Into separate little parts and
It classifies and measures them
A map to represent everything
Until we confuse the menu with the meal
Do you understand what I feel?
American youth so poor they have to steal
This life is like a cyclical wheel
Chasing the carrot on a stick until our next meal
We all have an ingrained seal
To keep us asleep
We need to transcend this coma
This opiate soma
This stagnant aroma
An infinite plethora of species
And 1 dies every 25 minutes
The world is being consumed
By industrial parasites
A disease of the globe
I see my life like a strobe
Each frame flashes in and then out
There’s my whirling thoughts
And then a flash of nothingness
Like interchanging frames in a movie written by me
But I still can’t seem to pin down who it is he that someone calls me
When I stop talking about he I drift away and some something feels free
A constantly fluxuating world of appearances
Unfolding facets into conscious pockets of 50 trillion cells
Gods little shells
Who run like ants
And have to wear pants
Because we must hide our natural beauty
As its rude to be nude
And if not there’d surely be a feud
I spit with attitude
Because this ignorance I watch everyday
It hurts to the core
And sometimes I drone on like a bore
If I can just be conscious every second
Then I can be here now
And alive each moment
So that each second is well spent
And the mind no longer averts way too bent
To try and do my part
In this flood with each and everyone clutching to his or her debris
Just look into the past
All the tribes
Feeling different vibes
Each and every one leading a different life
But no one is ignorant of strife
The western mind is like a knife
That cuts up the world into fragments
Into separate little parts and
It classifies and measures them
A map to represent everything
Until we confuse the menu with the meal
Do you understand what I feel?
American youth so poor they have to steal
This life is like a cyclical wheel
Chasing the carrot on a stick until our next meal
We all have an ingrained seal
To keep us asleep
We need to transcend this coma
This opiate soma
This stagnant aroma
An infinite plethora of species
And 1 dies every 25 minutes
The world is being consumed
By industrial parasites
A disease of the globe
I see my life like a strobe
Each frame flashes in and then out
There’s my whirling thoughts
And then a flash of nothingness
Like interchanging frames in a movie written by me
But I still can’t seem to pin down who it is he that someone calls me
When I stop talking about he I drift away and some something feels free
A constantly fluxuating world of appearances
Unfolding facets into conscious pockets of 50 trillion cells
Gods little shells
Who run like ants
And have to wear pants
Because we must hide our natural beauty
As its rude to be nude
And if not there’d surely be a feud
I spit with attitude
Because this ignorance I watch everyday
It hurts to the core
And sometimes I drone on like a bore
If I can just be conscious every second
Then I can be here now
And alive each moment
So that each second is well spent
And the mind no longer averts way too bent
To try and do my part
In this flood with each and everyone clutching to his or her debris
