There was once a great divide.
Between what’s seen thru the naked eye.
The things we see as real, or are they really?
Once you forget to feel.
The emptiness of our existence.
The absence of control.
No real purpose, No real goals.
We strive, we hustle, and try endlessly.
But all there is, Is poverty.
We are poor for we dont see.
We are poor because we cant be..
All the while we continue to run the rat race.
No control and with endless haste.
Trying to attain something we thought to be real.
Trying to make use of the time when we were here..
All the more reasons we persevere.
The same reasons that makes us fear.
For so many years we try to find the answer.
We make use of time as if its our master.
We awake in our own living disaster.
We’ll die but until then,
We will live in our own hellish den.
While we strive to find the evidence.
While the mind strives to understand.
We’ll continue to suffer and demand.
Not knowing the truth, that we will never understand.
Is in the silence and at our command..
