You hide yourself in your own illusions,
Believing your man made delusions,
You use your thoughts and words – unknowingly so
as weapons at war with other ideals
to try and make your so called "point."
Inside your safe-haven- your little bubble,
You thought you knew it all,
You began to close the walls into your mind,
Your strong corrupted soul ruling your thoughts
Your dangerously passionate heart dominating your actions
However, what you didn’t know
Was that your swords were blunt, your weapons dull
You didn’t see it, but you never won the battle
A battle against me, which I never fought
I didn’t need to after all. You had that covered
You shamelessly murdered other peoples beliefs
and shot down their ideas. That was all you ever could see
all you ever cared about, all you ever knew
was making your point - to be right
even when your wrong
you could never see, what was truley inside
the "real" shine inside beautiful people.
Oh how I pity you,
the adventures you could had
the expeditions you never tried
the new experiences, just not right for you
when will you grow up?
and escape your bubble?
your kingdom of rubble?
So through your closed eyes
Clouded with misinterpretations
That block the entrance of truth, of experience
There is a world out there – a three dimensional universe
And you don’t need books to know that.
When you open them, tell me
And we can explore together.
