Striving for the lock and key
Binary system, chains more or less but not,
Because labels are what makes us we.
All levels none linear
Not up or down, not two dimensional, never.
Can’t you see, when prevalence is in abundance? Why?
Is it your set tone? Your right and wrong?
Your submission to decline, to subside
To analyze and drop away, to recognize and stay
To become what was became
And to have the one way tube of intake be in and out
With no hope of the non stagnation.
The being is beauty, not the objective.
Not point A or point B but the line in between.
The doing is contentity, the line being followed
While reaching is not tranquility
But striving and believing and excepting is key
Denial sets false advocacy
Due to phony self-discovery and fallacies.
But why now? Why so sudden?
The question is a matter of suppression
And the solution lies within the line that is 3D.
If the distortion grasps and you loose grip
Regaining trust is the redundant blast
That keeps the binds so tight and
The tactics at hand, only crutches to achieve
What is so obviously out of reach,
Are the very things the distortion feeds upon
That make dormancy be.
And once the trigger is pulled, and the mind set free,
Maybe then the people will see.
Maybe then the culture will see.
Maybe then the world will see
As the people except and the walls crumble at the hands of emotion
The hands of raw emotion,
The very hands that make us we.
The very feelings received.
The very expectations perceived.
The very root of all self-discovery.
Once the dwellings of emotions deplete and the flow of feelings roll through
Like the winding river in the forest of we
The tokens paid now remembered for past recollection
and out in the sea.
What comes next? Is it important, relevant, a supplement of me?
Or is the question: does is really matter? Or does it all let me see.
The truth is, the findings on the journey
are the rungs of a latter long tweaked.
The next levels are now, and surpassing through is what matters.
Living is what matters.
Life is what matters.
Being is what matters because the production of memories is the base of everything.
The events are just events with only one real purpose,
The mass production of memories.
Don’t let your memories be a chair of dwelling.
Let the memories be the river, carrying the emotions set free.
With the brain shaken, and all labels repotted,
Even the simple reading of some kids beliefs, pulling the hinge
Can make all the difference in your self
because in the end
The only one effected is you, not me
Striving for the lock and key.