This is an appeal to the struggling and striving stakeholders of this planet; This floating rock we call earth...
Alas, that means you
That means: Every one of your acquintance Every figure your eyes skim past in the street Every charlatan still to defeat Every tander face you find solace in Now mimic the mindset William Wallace was in
Dismount - disembark - descend from your existence Slacken your angst and decant your hate 'Cos in the long run they're abou as useful As pouring acid onto your dinner plate
To muzzled masses that lead lives of deafending desperation: With Excalibur aloft King Arthur earned the throne But it's our minds we gotto wrench out of stone
Don't be fooled by its simplicity There was never a broadcast made of such urgency 'Cos at no time before us Did we grasp the scope of this emergency?
Ladle out love and logic by the boatload Equipped with that cargo you take any road Now grab life; seize time This fight is for human kind
I am the mindsweeper - focus on me - I will read your mind
I dart through rapids; through streams of thought The suddenly I started losing my mind Catapulting through the uncharted I could no longer tell if these were your thoughts or mine
And it was as if I held a mirror up to my soul
Who was the author? And who was the observer? For at the last analysis our thoughts coalesced
You are not alone
You have entered the volatile territory You have started a journey; you're part of this story And this, this was just a glimpse