Always moving
Is it really improving?
I keep spinning round
Everyday
A little closer to the ground
Feels just like night
When the day begins, will it really bring light?
It’s been dark for so long
Does the Sun still exist?
Or is it just a myth, getting lost in the mist?
This place is in haze
Like a drug induced daze
Can't tell what is really REAL
Over emotions that you feel
Progression – Regression?
I don’t really know
What does it take to make a World grow?
A weed behind glass or a seed in a Jar
We keep it in the lab and never get very far
and the plant never grown
The lesson not taught
words never known
Is it a thought in a bottle?
Whisper in the dark
An idea under cover
A theme without a start
Should it be concealed?
Tucked away
Not reveled
Or hidden in places
Buried in some great field
What is this strange thing?
that's so dangerous to man
Because, it not someting
He can hold in his hand
To own it, posses it, explain it away
He can't manipulate TRUTH
Only "Perspective" this way
1 comment:
I have read this one several times now. It feel disjointed...I like the way it starts but I loose it somewhere along the way.
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