Everyone sings their own song
If only they can remember it –
Otherwise, they need to hum along with everyone else.
Potentially, consciousness is as open as sunshine –
But, unfortunately, we rely upon pebble words
To let the light in.
“Pebble” because we’ve lost the ability to “play” with words –
Having replaced them with tensile-strength numbers –
So, now, we find ourselves twice abandoned –
Because the mystic words we traditionally used to enhance subjective reality
Have now been transformed into electronic bits.
In the cities, everything has been speeding up
For fear something might get lost –
But this has resulted in lives passing us by with even greater efficiency.
So, our souls are fading,
What am I saying? – our souls have already gone –
Evidenced by the fact that we no longer pray.
Going fast, going slow –
It really doesn’t matter
If there’s no “there” there.