In light we born in a freedom manger
In dark we wake up in an echo chamber
No way out but the light in the tunnel
That's no way to live for the final
I hear my mind repeat in its patterns
Takes me years to go back and realize
My minds been filled with the same matters
And I'm surprised though I grow a bit each year
That I've been building upon my own lines of foundation
By what I hear in the echo chamber
They say music doesn't matter
Just there as the back soundtrack
But listen well and you'll be filled by what they rap or rat-a-tat
The words matter so much if you drill it
Into your subconcious
You unwillingly accept it.
Never been too hard for them rom-com issues
Bridgette Jones or Mister Darcy
High life I never been after
They say them books matter in fine lit
But doesn't light me on fire
Give me some asimov or bradbury
Better yet my fave some douglas Adams in numbers
I want my mind to expand and explore
Not be living in the world as in the real world of social disaster
I want to know what the world could be like
Is it adapted after art ever since the birth of a nation
Did futuristic telling and adapting come from art way before
When creators created envisions of the future
From which today we adapt to?
Does it take the vision of a school
To be leaders that make the physical factor
We are all built up in abilities
That most of us don't even chase after.
You gotta wonder
What is the purpose of birth if we dreaming about life after?
I hear ye- the voices in song, in pages, in film
I say heal-me from the dredgery of this reality
We chase after dreams
And they so individual that it becomes indivisible
That we all after one common goal in this echo chamber.
But the echoes are too loud and many
To really hone in on a zone you want to take after
I'm still tripping sometimes feeling trapped
But I'm still on this ride called life
There may not be so much movement in my physical
But the physics in my brain are all I chase after
To understand something, anything about what drives us apart
From each other
Collectively to come together
At moments of tragedy rather than joy and surprise of a life that matters.
In dark we die in a freedom manger
To release the light
we wake up in an echo chamber
No way out but the light in the tunnel
How to not go out like a sucka.