The knowledge that power of change is in your heart, of the mind, and in your hand
was left behind when material resources correlate happiness
so I rode away from the kingdom of demand
with its population who conquest and conject crassness
as a doctrine of strength that is a misnomer of dominance
convoluted by a lack of identity the chauffeur of spiritual immaturity
now I sit contemplating my egos definition and the a priori
synchronistic events and existential impermanence
like Buddha baring witness to drama and rackets

i need to give up on this
allow my infrastructure to brake
so i can bloom from my chrysalis
to be amused with all you give and take
and take if no one is going to stop you
because your truth ebbs in the tides of what is true
I may be an idiot but ive seen the world in its brilliants
it will keep me on my toes
never to fall to apathetic intelligence
or believe what no one really knows