They say I am going insane for what I say
Talking about god like they know much
As I study human nature I understand our desire to be rewarded and punished for our misdeeds
Can't explain how it feels to find out the truth about the world
God is the no-thing in itself the nothing because he is the everything: so I have called it infinite possibilities
To whom do I pray for strength and courage?
Is prayer not a reminder to myself of the things which might just be helpful?
I write few lines now and then, hoping to create my way of life, but before it all I agree I want to be independent but not free
Some are as crazy as to think money is all there is
Do I really need the sexiest wife and a car?
No! All I need is a smile on my face seeing how I am being loved trough the love I am giving away
Is love then a feeling? No and yes but the real love is a way of life where you and I can find the middle line
I am simply a man! Yeah that's what they say
I am spirit and see how I am born
The result of imagination and a desire to exist detached from that imagination
So god is all man can think of
Is man a dream? Possibly A dream with potential to have a dream?
Those are things we can't truly grasp
But let us then stand on top
Asking the questions is becoming like god
Painful it might be but helpful it is for then our life takes form according to the questions and the choices we make
The good die young
Simply for having asked
If I could I would take you all in my house
So I am calling you out of your closet and let us build our world
The older generation is trying to build us instead of letting us live
So many wars, and we are the victims
Yes! Victim because it is a choice we have made
By the time we wake up so shall the world find forever the greatness of what we are
Physically, spiritually and emotionally raped: this is what we are
Go to school, do better than Tom: this is what my fucked up father is all about
Love your mum, get married to Mary: that's what that's fucked bitch I call mother is all about
I want to write a little poetry, lifting spirits up, taking my house and making it into a studio, singing a love song, calling all out to be one, forsaking a god who ask me to do nothing, reminding myself that he is the one who told Abraham to walk ahead of him and be blameless
So many traditions and so many fucked wars
Does everybody tell me why the good die young?