Can’t stop and think about it any longer,
A peaceful mind is so much harder
To find than a peaceful home,
At least, that’s the way it’s been
Since the first day my third eye opened,
Once I saw the difference,
It was only a matter of time before I had to go.
Life’s an experience, it’s individual,
Maybe it’s spiritual, but clearly not for everyone.
Collective consciousness isn’t so far-fetched,
Once you consider the fact that people are shallow,
Only the ones on your level will rise to the occasion,
And lend a hand, at least, that’s what friends are for,
Right? Or is it wrong? You’d think a selfless soul would shine,
But in the prior life it wasn’t so,
Devoid of sanctuary, hidden away from the world,
Watching, waiting, not uttering a word
It’s uncanny to see the parallels we all share.
You aren’t a bad person because other people can’t see
Who you are. You are only as much or as little as you want to be.
The choice has always been yours, even though it was shielded
From view, but now share a different point-of-view;
We’re all in this shit together, am I right? Or am I Wrong?
To think that working together yields positive results
Is a stark departure from the norm,
That’s what defeatism will get you; nothing positive,
Just the negatives, but like the photos, you’ll see through them,
Just like I saw through your exterior,
It’s a skill I’ve developed over the years, being so passive.
Just a casual observer, a problem-solver, a decision-maker,
Just been too scared of failure to take the plunge,
But it’s a lot easier when you have a little help from your friends...
As they say, “I get high with a little help from my friends.”
