life is full of contradictions, truths meant to be hidden
complimentary divisions, each endlessly different.
I've come to find that open eyelids throw a wrench in your vision
so compartmentalize your mind and ride this sensory fission
embrace the static
fade to blackness...
an archipelago of clouds dot the air with a few islands
Lucy's in the sky and she's wearing her blue diamonds
a stream stumbles to a puddle so be careful to move by it
cuz when you hear it whisper you won't dare to abuse silence
the cares of your youth lie in the water's rippled chest
reflecting the meadow in a ballet of silhouettes
as they sway and wiggle, stretching out their in-depth message,
an audience of grass bows in windswept crescents.
then you think next, what if you held the hopes that you used to?
like the mountains you'd conquer and the oceans you'd cruise through
but why stop there? you could even float to the moon, too
lost in your thoughts, breezes flee the slopes to cocoon you.
it's soothing, locked in this imagination chrysalis
masked in sacred wilderness - the magic of its innocence
passion at its simplest, stoned in a natural high
instead of questioning, you'd be posing answers to "why?"
but there's more than inspiration that these mountains can hide
the vagrancies of reality once you wander past the divide...
adjust to the haze
muzzle your gaze...
stained gray behemoths slouch in slumbering stacks
concrete skeletons erected as a puzzle for rats.
the heavens are hidden hellishly in eruptions of ash
but you don't notice it - you're settled in a hustle for cash
to stay ahead you keep on pedaling combustible traps
like your unquenchable elephant bent on guzzling gas
LED is the future, son! the sun is the past
so keep your shutters collapsed - just in case some light might've snuck in the cracks
living the plight of a proton; you're stuck in a mass
and the further you float, the more the others'll laugh.
you hunt for your next meal long as it's smothered in fat
and even though your veins are choking you keep stuttering back
amidst these sputtering facts, I didn't mention the streets
the piss-warm air as it's carrying the stench of disease
this is how life's supposed to be in 2011
business as usual in cubicles till you've pounded your head in
counting the hours and seconds until the final whistle blow
so you can sit in front of a screen till you forget why you're miserable...
I won't deny the silver lining that I laced in the sky
cuz to be honest, every "you" could be replaced with an "I"
yet I won't say it's a lie, my little hatred of technology
since many words of wisdom are mistaken for hypocrisy
I don't totally look down upon the progress of today
I just don't know how we'll afford it - or what currency we'll pay
but if you can move into the truth imbued in this vignette
you'll find a quiet so beautiful you'll be muted to thin breaths
so close your eyes and see the light of everything you didn't know
cuz half of every scene is seeing what isn't shown