oh the complexities of society are haunting thee
are haunting you
Why are you there
Why do you never feel singular
But you never feel true
What is it?
What is on your mind
what inside do you find
what do you see
are you afraid of what dont you see
Tell me tell me
but please
Dont make that face at me
Because I know what that face is
I know what that look is
Im no stranger to that look
Ive had that look for
more years than I like to count
Ive seen that look
on people Im close to
and people I dont want anything to do with
It is a look that doesnt have the same look
But has the same essence or whatever you want to call it

But you're human
You're human
and what does it mean to be human
Probably just the same as it does to "not be human"
You try to leave on these extremes
You try to live on left or right
And take sides all the time
The world isnt black and white
But you would like to think that
I know because thats what on your face

Hope can never die
But it can be depleted
The touching of the mind
Can bring a change uneaded
The rattling sounds like copper
That I thought was strange
Thought worth one spent
on the rattling of a change

Alchemy is real
Speak from nothing into two cents
dark hole needs filling
Cant be seen, leave it too sense.
The smell of blood and flowers
The clashing of the two scents.
Constantly occuring
Count the days it's been like two since.

Your confidence is moon sized
But its really just a death star
Your ego is the fuel
Shooting arrogant lazers far.
I would know(x2)
I've been a passenger in a car.
Until I realized
that it wasn't a car
It was a bus
Double that then add a "T" if I must

The route predetermined
I had never noticed
I closed my eyes for the ride
Because I was never focused
Ignorance the secret ecstasy that was abundant and potent.

Did I ever say Alchemy?
Wrong word intrusion
It is really an illusion
The lack of conclusions
The rise in confusions
Profusions of Collusions
Evolution Executions
They made a pretty penny
If you don't know you who
From your thoughts
they will make plenty
A thought cost about two
Sense....

It feels like something was planned for me.
But I'm not one to feed my vanity
I'm a small part to the entirety
So the plan's not just for me.
It encompasses all of humanity.
I believe that I have free will
But sometimes I stand still
Question my actions and stare at my hands
how does it feel?
Maybe there are just parameters
Of we can and can't do.
Or rather
what we should and shouldn't do.
We look down
and we ask why?
We look up
and say why try?
Maybe the death
Or maybe the breath
is supposed to change you
cause you to do something or nothing
Not pushing the red button
The importance of actions
And the importance of inactions

Cause and effect
Affect and the cause
Your actions don't always have an effect.
Size doesn't matter.
Think of the size of your matter
Atoms and molecules
Impressionable Youth
and blind fools.
In most cases the blind rule,
but because they can't see
they become tools
for the one who tells them all that "the blind rule"
Create invisible armor
invisible weapons
For their protection
Then label those blind rules
They push their objective,
A.k.a the ruler's pedestal
They don't know where there headed to.
I don't know where I'm headed to.
I've just been gathering directions

Each time I'm on a walking session.
Every step in my mission
They say what is perplexing ya?
I tell them self diagnosed geometric dyslexia.

(Colin ends it with a Colin Chord)