jueves, agosto 26, 2010

Maybe one day...

Why is it that on our worst days,
We belief in something bigger than ourselves,
But when we momentarily find our way around this maze,
We forget it all.

Why is it that on a summer night,
As we're gazing up into the stars,
We "know" there's a foolish man, living in the sky,
Quietly listening to our every cry.

Maybe one day when the mirror breaks and the black crow sings,
Like candles when burntout, our eyes will see nothing,
And we'll only come back to life when in the night, someone whispers our name,
Maybe you and I will never be here again.

Maybe one day when the mirror breaks and the black crow sings,
And we slowly flote away with the soft and calm ocean wind,
We'll feel the soothing touch of a loving hand,
And we'll hear the gentle whisper of  the wisest man.

Why is it that we can't feel the warmth of faith,
In the deepest and most hidden corners of our soul,
Why is it that when in the darkest place,
We can only feel the numbing cold.

Maybe one day when the mirror breaks and the black crow sings,
Like candles when burntout our eyes will see nothing,
And we'll only come back to life when in the night, someone whispers our name,
Maybe you and I will never be here again.

So my friend there's nothing for us to do but fly,
Live in the clouds above, way up high.
'Fore it's time to get off this ride.

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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!