It starts out with a question. How much of it is real? The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories And become extra wary of all your previous learned material Your tolerence for stupidity degrades Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand And even they sometimes wonder whats going on in that head of yours You study east and western philosophy, psychology, physics You think a lot more, and start to question existence You wonder about your nervous systems limits You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic induced Who am Is? What am I? Am I forever? All information breathes in the shallow dark halls of never You can see where its leading. You wish you were dreaming If the castle crumbles no ones there to put it back together
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 03:59:02 +0000