Plenty have been subjected to the numbing of not knowing, the uneasiness of self doubt and limited understanding start showing.
Yet the very terms we utter have meanings that are furloughed, the fact that we dismiss these thoughts has become more so.
Could it be, that we no longer need our own brain, fully allowing our inventions to decide if we change.
You could never know how much I've pushed us to evolve, or that the most enormous achievements were completed in steps that seemed small.
It is you, that undoubtedly has reality distorted, you manipulating your reality controlling that which is within your orbit.
Your light changes in time everything that it touches,
With a natural tendency from the Earth frequency, we can withstand, unnecessary disruptions.
Even the vibe between you and I suffer numerous distortion, the earths magnetic field that latches to the soul granting insight in dreams isn't metaphoric.
Because it wasn't recorded you make extra space for doubt, yet before you rest just ask existence, what it is you wish to know out loud.
It's always the simplest examples that's proved to be unexplained,
But most would rather deduce alone inside their brain.
Though who would you turn to when you feel you don't belong, if you're the only opinion then you'll never know when your wrong.
Submerge yourself in darkness where not even the light of day is shown, The dark where conscious may manifest to discover your truly not alone.
Manifestation from your creation whispers in the faintest tone,
Conjured from man's darkest mind to reveal not even your ideas are your own.
A dark shutter from the uneasiness that not even the void is of help,
There is no advice for those who don't seek property or wealth.
The search for truth is obsolete, when majority seek vanity, there's a time limit on this planet, yet man has cursed man into the definition of insanity.
How can we still deny when the truth has become plain, even as Earth is disturbed under your feet, you deny all the same.
Not until it dies from man's own arrogance, then as a drifting conscious, it will be too late for sentiments.
Resentment or regret will be put in the past, only then will you understand that your idealism was purely rash.
Impetuous yet can't predict our future, so we manipulate chance, from one opportunity to another while mimicking the dance.
Who are we to deny the legacy of man's future, our grandchildren deserve better then us moocher's.
Looters that have reached the brink of our development, but refusal to move forward has caused unforeseen entitlement.
We settle with only the bare minimum results, personal failures are masked to the less fortunate, with insults.
Therefore I accept the negative energy towards me. With wise words, we can undo the curse that bind our hearts, until their free.
