The biggest problems we can surmise
Come from the altering of conclusions
And conflicting of minds
From the first look into the sky
To calculating the end
To what we would change
If we could do it again
Awake in the dark
A sleep in cold sweats
With vision of the blood
And the tears of our descendants
As we walk around blind
Like rats after cheddar
With our backs against the world
To claim we don’t know any better
I Imagine a place
Undivided into segments
Mapping out new worlds
As a lyric awakened
In this pitch black of a life
I see a tunnel of light
We are the Prisoners of the day
‘Cause we are children of the night
Sitting up on a perch
And gazing from a distance
Through the mind’s eye
Right here is everywhere in existence
Into my courtroom of concept
Live and active
A prophecy in of a dream
And duality of consciousness
Judged with pressure
Through the looking glass into my past
Witness to murder
Victim of visions of my last breath
So I have strange ways of coping with stress
Pondering new ways of order putting old days to rest
Waning like the repetitious act of birth and dying
Frozen cold like stone and now I can’t even cry
In the Mil there is no breaking free from these dynamics
Every man I’ve seen come up, I’ve seen relapse back on it
I’m still wandering these streets
Always grasping through the tips of my fingers
For that spot that’s been waiting for me since the beginning
Couldn’t tell you day from day
But of the motion that changes us
They all just fall with me into my confessions of faith
Grasping for the edge of our universe in the name of understanding
Singing loud in the cathedrals, spiritually advancing
Dancing in the clubs pouring out into the valleys
From these ever flowing rivers to these back alley streets
From the trees to open seas
Herding and planting seeds
Through our movement, seldom seen
Through cycling skies, magic weaved
Graciously and generously open and waiting
and I am unrealistic, considering all things
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