When the road seems endless // A fog blinding the path // When stray limbs crash // strewn about the floor // Like that dried pasta that // always seems to sneak out. // Random and indifferent // Still my hands stay the wheel // Aimlessly churning along // Willing my existence forward // Where does it lead? // No reprieve nor sanity enters the mind of nature // It merely is.
What becomes of the bird // Already muted by ancestral accounts // Yet we doubt our culpability // How could humanity kill such a pure truth? // These hills have seen their share // Us mortals half a blink // Hear then gone // Beneath an infinite sky, birthed in an instant // Who are we // What arrogance does it take to defile one’s bed? // Under the same stars we sleep // Yet blood flows like water // We degrade // Then repent // Then repeat
But deep down there’s something in the shade // That all these cups wont seem to dissipate // Wide open ranges too small to cut bait // My eyes to the sky, my feet on the brink
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Its the details that are the first to go // Intricacies wasted on this age // what with all our power // all our knowledge // all our ego // look for those cracks, inspect them intentionally // those yellows and greens intimately living amongst the crowds // too small for the majestic peaks // yet so significant // wonder back to me those lost breaths wasted on lesser views // ill sit content, lost in the fibers and hues
~The Fool~ Track 5
Chaos. Its hard to know if acting blissfully through ignorance isn’t the better option. Knowledge is power only if there’s fuel for the engine to run. Intellect for intellect’s sake narrows down the lines drawn in the sand. The dreamer transcends the boundaries of rule of law, only to be lassoed back by the engineered necessities of society. We’re all fools in some form.
~Undercurrents~. Animation: @jb.mov
