In the pantheon of ideas and dreams that fill our heads

A cacophony of competing thoughts that drown out reason and time

A music-like humming; the general operation of our soul goes on

Under the covers, under the radar…under the guise of thinking it’s fine.

Reality is a picture locked forever into the paper it’s printed on

Reality isn’t now, it’s…then, just then, a split second in the past

So it can’t be thought of as something to be controlled or managed

It is always the right question…5 seconds after it was asked

I’ve learned this about reality, this picture that exists as a curse

The lessons are there to learn, to read and feel down in your bones

But they need to stay there; exiting in their own time and place

Like small creatures living amongst the sticks, dirt and stones

Learn the lesson and throw the experience away; experiences exist in time

And time is nowhere to live when today, this minute stares at us intently

Stares like a dog waiting for dinner…(it’s in the bowl in our hands)

All that is left for the hungry pup, then, is for us to put it on the floor gently

Everything we do is meant by us (whether we know or care)…we choose our course

Automatic things; choices were made years ago, now we’re simply hitting replay

Consciously, subconsciously…no difference to the decisions we make

We’re making them …we can’t stop making them…and they always get made

They always get made

Yes, yes, they always get made.

You are the best person you can be, you have no choice about that; it’s natural

And you want to protect body and soul from pain, from danger, from hurt…

Life is what you strive to reach, to open yourself up to and accept without question

But it’s not something that you can buy, put on and take off like a shirt

It’s logical; our natural state is happiness and “thinking” is how we get to be so sad

To be ill and uncomfortable, insecure and scared that the life we live is wrong

We need to stop thinking: attaching meaning based on arbitrary knowledge from our past

And accept reality without preconception…stop changing the words of the song

Making choices is what we do, making them toward saving ourselves is what we do as well

Every day, every minute, unintentional, unaware, we make them toward staying whole

Moving forward in the world we create but it’s a laugh as reality doesn’t know or care

Like the hungry dog knows, without seeing or smelling, exactly what’s in the bowl…

Earth hurdles through space, an unfeeling rock occasionally warm, sometimes cold

Teeming with people across its face all trying to live…to love…to feel this “life” force

We need to look outside ourselves and create care, help and comfort in this world

That is the best and only way to create those things so that they can live inside us

Everything we do is meant by us (whether we know or care)…we choose our course

Automatic things; choices were made years ago, now we’re simply hitting replay

Consciously, subconsciously…no difference to the decisions we make

We’re making them …we can’t stop making them…and they always get made

They always get made

Yes, yes, they always get made.

Finally, at the end of the game will we really know any more than when we started?

Should we even care that there was ever any difference worth writing down?

We’ll die, the earth will turn and stars will shine and people will forget and time…

Will go on for the billions left and they too will go round and round and round.

At the end there is no “finally” except for us, for our thoughts (but not for reality)

Reality will go on and even if time itself stops…that, in fact, is reality too

Our choice to help others is making the choice to help ourselves

Realizing that selfless “selfishness” can be the only honorable thing to do

Everything we do is meant by us (whether we know or care)…we choose our course

Automatic things; choices were made years ago, now we’re simply hitting replay

Consciously, subconsciously…no difference to the decisions we make

We’re making them …we can’t stop making them…and they always get made

They always get made

Yes, yes, they always get made.