This lyric soothingly transitions me from sleep into awake. My sight, my surroundings, my interpretation, and all of a sudden I’m unique. I’m pushed around all day by a drive to find myself. Sometimes I find myself in isolation, whereas other times I find myself in distraction. If only everyone considered their potential; I might actually realize mine. If only I hadn’t pulled the lever, I could have left the chance for someone else to. I shouldn’t have questioned, I shouldn’t have considered, I was only selfish.
I’ve worked so hard to be myself. The more I’m myself the more I lose touch: the more I want to avoid people who aren’t themselves. I became myself for others, now others only distract me from myself.

Materialism and consumerism lead to depression.
This depression is caused by the replacement of contentment with desire.
One must be totally unattatched, limited not only to his or her possessions.
Once you really let go of everything you can describe as yourself having, then you will be free from desire and content.

Nike dunks are sick.

Where does one draw the line? Raise your hand if you read Siddhartha…
My earlobes are stretched almost all the way to the ground.

Shenanigans, skulduggery and just plain stupidity.

Baptised in faith. Under the shadowy cross you live and breath before you question yourself for the first time. Then through an oath, you confirm your faith to my church. You will not like to hear this, but your future rests on the choices you have made. You will find out that the past and future exist to compliment eachother. They only exist in your mind, and are identical in naute. They come to close to together that you quesiton what holds them apart. I would tell you, but that’s not in the deal. Before you had even considered the breath of life, you took an oath to follow the guidelines of my church. You wanted a structured life. You’ll get it. Hop skip. I made sure to taint your innocence soon after you were born, and then I got you sign on the line. Hook line and sinker. I’m still reeling you in daddy! You don’t even believe in me any more, but you forgot that I left an early imprint. You even what I told you about your past and your future. Early imprint meas late imprint. There at birth, I am at your death. Let the catma lay hold, but don’t forget the space between.

words can lead
not to the end
for they come from the source
they are of the source, but not
be what you want to understand