stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
To much thinking
Has me sinking into left brain analytical cobwebs
Following thought loops till their conclusion
Yet they never seem to end
An over-emphasis on the masculinity present in our awareness
Too many systems created
Infinitely too many ideas debated
Destroying the elated with neat ordered packages of thought
Some ideology package endlessley fought
So that you have to think in a constrained little cage
Created by an expert
Only expanded on the day of the National Institute of science's next discovery
Severed the right brain, cant hear the silent voice of intuition
Never slowed down enough to let the feeling of being creep in
The sacred is reserved for sundays
No reminder of the divine
When your standing in line at the bank
Just some mindless zombie clerk definitely a crank
So the youth just resorts to smoking dank because this society has gone wack
Something tells me each has his own crack
Searching to make up for the inner life we lack
All it takes is a stop at 'speedway' for some caffiene to liven up your day
Have you speeding on your way
How else could you make it through on that low of pay?
Trying so hard to travel the same old routine
Claiming there is nothing to be seen
In a world of infinite possibilities
No limit to the interactions available
But this damaged psyche has this body, this ship unsailable
Whats missing in this picture is an experience of the mystery
Were all seeking God, in our search for happiness
Some turn to drugs, sex or TV countless others to Food
To lighten the burden of that incessant plauging mood
Just pop a lude or some other generic tranquilizer
Sometime you should stop for a second and see yourself for the despiser
You really are
A pessamist drowning yourself out at the bar
Or shooting your arm full of tar
Sorrow turns to pain
And runs your life right down the drain
If we run through this life right till the end
Never stoppping to get in touch with whats within
Then we never light our lamp, and through the years we stay dim
Its not easy to fight the mainstream, write your own dream
But its endlessley more rewarding
Than some fleeting temporary pleasure that provides momentary satisfaction
Cant you see even though you shun philosophy and religion
You abide by the one you created everyday
Finding no God or higher power within you conclude your just
One of billions just some minor part in a gargantuan puzzle
Who just happens to be here until the day you die
Failing to ask why just eating what they serve you
Its easy to stay blue
And keep doing what others do
But lifes most interesting when you shun the box
And you stop standing on the docks and you jump into the unknown
Let your wave out upon the ocean
Realize that not everything can be neatly ordered and rationalized away
Sometimes you just have to go with the sway of the current
Rowing your boat gently down the stream following the possibilites
That present themselves with a mind open as a cloudless sky
Dont ever be afraid to question, to ask why
Because when we die were going to be sorry we didnt
Each moment of life is a lesson
Some keep failing out others rise to the occasion
Others go until they encounter a minor abrasion
Then cant get back up
When the going gets tough, the tought get going
Keep on rowing your boat, your vessel of the One
Floating until your mission is done
And your at last back Home
Leaving at last this dome encased in bone behind
No more mind
Just the light which has infinitely shined
Find the meaning lined within this life
Follow it till the immanent sycthe
And never get too caught up in the coming strife
Because its all a dream
And at times it seems just plain mean
But without the nightmares what fun would it be?
What makes it all so sweet
Is that we know how bad at times it can be
The best we can do is wake up, and live free
Has me sinking into left brain analytical cobwebs
Following thought loops till their conclusion
Yet they never seem to end
An over-emphasis on the masculinity present in our awareness
Too many systems created
Infinitely too many ideas debated
Destroying the elated with neat ordered packages of thought
Some ideology package endlessley fought
So that you have to think in a constrained little cage
Created by an expert
Only expanded on the day of the National Institute of science's next discovery
Severed the right brain, cant hear the silent voice of intuition
Never slowed down enough to let the feeling of being creep in
The sacred is reserved for sundays
No reminder of the divine
When your standing in line at the bank
Just some mindless zombie clerk definitely a crank
So the youth just resorts to smoking dank because this society has gone wack
Something tells me each has his own crack
Searching to make up for the inner life we lack
All it takes is a stop at 'speedway' for some caffiene to liven up your day
Have you speeding on your way
How else could you make it through on that low of pay?
Trying so hard to travel the same old routine
Claiming there is nothing to be seen
In a world of infinite possibilities
No limit to the interactions available
But this damaged psyche has this body, this ship unsailable
Whats missing in this picture is an experience of the mystery
Were all seeking God, in our search for happiness
Some turn to drugs, sex or TV countless others to Food
To lighten the burden of that incessant plauging mood
Just pop a lude or some other generic tranquilizer
Sometime you should stop for a second and see yourself for the despiser
You really are
A pessamist drowning yourself out at the bar
Or shooting your arm full of tar
Sorrow turns to pain
And runs your life right down the drain
If we run through this life right till the end
Never stoppping to get in touch with whats within
Then we never light our lamp, and through the years we stay dim
Its not easy to fight the mainstream, write your own dream
But its endlessley more rewarding
Than some fleeting temporary pleasure that provides momentary satisfaction
Cant you see even though you shun philosophy and religion
You abide by the one you created everyday
Finding no God or higher power within you conclude your just
One of billions just some minor part in a gargantuan puzzle
Who just happens to be here until the day you die
Failing to ask why just eating what they serve you
Its easy to stay blue
And keep doing what others do
But lifes most interesting when you shun the box
And you stop standing on the docks and you jump into the unknown
Let your wave out upon the ocean
Realize that not everything can be neatly ordered and rationalized away
Sometimes you just have to go with the sway of the current
Rowing your boat gently down the stream following the possibilites
That present themselves with a mind open as a cloudless sky
Dont ever be afraid to question, to ask why
Because when we die were going to be sorry we didnt
Each moment of life is a lesson
Some keep failing out others rise to the occasion
Others go until they encounter a minor abrasion
Then cant get back up
When the going gets tough, the tought get going
Keep on rowing your boat, your vessel of the One
Floating until your mission is done
And your at last back Home
Leaving at last this dome encased in bone behind
No more mind
Just the light which has infinitely shined
Find the meaning lined within this life
Follow it till the immanent sycthe
And never get too caught up in the coming strife
Because its all a dream
And at times it seems just plain mean
But without the nightmares what fun would it be?
What makes it all so sweet
Is that we know how bad at times it can be
The best we can do is wake up, and live free
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