| Blind Eyes Open I walked into this restaurant To see what destiny had to sell I was met by a young debutante Whose story was easy to tell I looked at the rest of the people in the diner And each was an open book A hard-bound tome and nothing finer That could be read with just one look There was a man sitting alone at a table He looked at me and gave a smirk Though his friendly gesture was just a fable For he had just been laid off of work And all the others had similar tales Which no one will ever hear Like a grain of sand or one of a fish�s scales Their story is so minuscule and mere Everyone there was so wrapped tight In a life of their very own But none of them ever saw the light Or else they might have known There lives are so insignificantly small In the vast infinity of the earth In the cycle of life they mean nothing at all But the empty sack of their own self-worth All beings follow a path It continues without a bend A simple stone-etched epitaph Continues until the world�s end The simplicity of our world is a story unknown If only everyone could see The somber truth of our very own Is right here for all to be Free for the taking the truth is held out to you Will you take it or leave it be? Don�t look to others for what to do For they are simplistic too you�ll see Each day a person rises from rest Their cycle begins right away This is a basic routine at best But we call it �another day� They continue like they normally do Consume sustenance when necessary They go about without a clue What little burden they carry |
| Compared to the rest of the universe we�re so tiny The smallest specks, how do we fit in? Shy from sour, intrigued by things that are shiny We�re predictability on the head of a pin I took one more look around the room Everything was so simple to me now I finally understood, without gloom If I could only show everyone, but how? But I finally saw the big picture celestiality drew Simple ways and a golden sun But my simple life was not yet through In fact, it had just begun Disconnected in my ways From the umbilical cord of mother earth Floating away for many days Thru my fermentational rebirth The wisdom of age comes to those who invite The knowledge unknown unfurled But I climb a hill and scream into the night �I�m one step ahead of you World!� |
| November 17th, 1999 |
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