| Posted On: | 2005-08-12 00:00:00 |
always a new generation,
thinking over the same question,
trying to break the illusion
the mystery of creation.
i have good eyes made for seeing,
a brain that keeps on processing
the life i feel all is nothing
and still we keep reproducing.
i want to find a reason why
for all these moments when i'm high
i feel i am made out of sky
and all is one and i can't die.
the feelings that we hold inside
i soon come down to realize
each moment that they could flow free
but why oh why can't we just be?
it's the only thing that is real
orgasms that i want to feel
always be there head exploding
is true nature of human being
i know someday we'll understand
i know that day will be the end
the day we'll wake up to heartbeats
holding hands dancing in the streets.
