Balance

Those Who Seek Shall Find (2012)
 
Warm day,
a caprice.
People crawlin' like drunk bees from trees.
Such movement surrounds me,
from tiny to immensity.
Galatic immensity!
 
The mind is laced with illusion.
We've all got one. What's yours?
Perpetually rebuilding
that wall of sand.
Maybe it'll stay,
maybe it'll prove to be a waste.
 
Is there a world when we leave?
And what in my soul do I dig up?
For some, human answers aren't enough...
But a question is exemplary itself.
It is the start, the final turn of the lock.
It is the start, the final turn of the lock
that unveils and uncharted space,
a radiant space.
 
 
The mind is laced with illusion.
We've all got one. What's yours?
Perpetually rebuilding
that wall of sand.
Maybe it'll stay,
maybe it'll prove to be a waste.
 
Patience and stagnance,
it's a delicate balance
but I refuse to wait around.
If you meet me
and you don't want to keep me,
then you're not deserving of anything.
No, no, no
You ready?
No, no, no...
 
Why is it the only cats to ever cross my path
the only ones bold enough,
the black?
I used to worry like a pig in a pen,
but what's seems bad,
now I could spy a gem.
I used to take it shaky as an omen,
but what seems bad,
now I could spy a gem,
I could spy a gem.
There's so much good to see...
 
 
The mind is laced with illusion.
We've all got one. What's yours?
Perpetually rebuilding
that wall of sand.
Maybe it'll stay,
maybe it'll prove to be a waste.
 
 
© 2012 MOXA