A flaw in the grand design of what we call living An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction
We must first accept our need to be If we are to live and be free Failure to choose and realize Is the foundation of our demise
Our subconscious is trying to tell us something If not here, where should we be, how can we know And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway
It’s really trying to tell us something We’re not really here, where we should be, that I don’t know And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete
Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye Finding reason in changed stability The key to realizing our futility
Our subconscious is trying to tell us something That we’re really not here, that we really don’t know That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway
Hope through turning away, letting go of getting nearer Finding the words to express it, even further down the road Stepping right in, drawing closer, for time is here and now