I am icon I am that pictured in those tales to song I am that which from the brink responds I bring unrest when the seas have calmed I am legend, I am fool I am one of many, I am under no rule I am peasant, I am loon I’m disparaged, I’m consumed I’m most certainly confused Am I seeing something real or is it smoke? Am I on the ground or am I hung without a rope? And is this fantasy or from the dream have I awoke? Am I stead on the path or am I clinging onto hope? Am I?
If you gather all the teachings that the wise have told Compile every scripture from the books of old And muse upon the meaning of the truths you’ve sewn You will germinate the mind but the fields won’t grow This is the high of low This is the friend turned foe This is what the light can’t show If you stand still don’t expect the Earth will slow See that every wind up plateaus If you want a seed to rise up, let go The greatest tragedy as every breath takes toll Is to live a life and never witness depth of soul Snake inside the rocks, your tale you will consume Liberate the mind but lock the body in a groove Know that sedentary can be tantamount to tomb This is why a coma patient must be regularly moved In the quest for plenty, know the paths are many But few will lead you past the regions where the past is buried Giving is the levee that will bound a man’s greed Prison is the dwelling when you take no leave Faster than a sparrow flies, trap the cupid by surprise Grab his bow and arrow and shoot straight into the empty sky You can spend eternity immersed in what’s inside But if you’re searching for a purpose then no purpose will you find
I am icon I am that vision, I am fate transformed I am that allegiance to the sword you’ve sworn I am false idol, I am fraud Ratchet down disaster like a phoenix in decline Imagined up in rapture, but no miracle am I If you sing inside a cavern like canaries in a mine Know indulgence is a hazard so be wary with your time To mean something, we live and we strive for it To feel something, we fight and survive for it To love something, we scream out and cry for it But tell me now are you willing to die for it? Take of what may come as you lay on the line for it? Armored at the core, at the ready and primed for it? Breach the battleground with the courage to drive for it? And to know the fundamentals of being alive? Am I?