The intangible sometimes seems more real than what's in front of you
Perception... the brain’s use of synapses to create what it believes to be true
And these mental receptions of the intangible,
seems to take such a uniform shape that we perceive it be real..but it's an illusion...Mirage
And we're so thirsty to quench the thirst of these wants that we forget what we know
End up face first in the harsh reality of those sand dunes
Constantly asking yourself what do you have to prove?
Its crazy that your need to satisfy the opinions of those
that are meaningless in the everyday occurances of your life
makes your illusions cognizant causing confusion.
To the point where you believe the mirage of the front facing facade that when you are out the spotlight you do not recognize who you are anymore....Blurred Lines.
Tryna remember who you are but can only remember who you were told to be
Open your eyes wide and there's no change
Blood shot red is all that remain
But this won't go away with some visine
No, this will require life altering surgery.
Pure pain and purgatory
Surgical tools and devices used to pierce and prod at the inner idiosyncratic fibers of your life
in order to perform a transplant.
The surgeon is terrified cause this was a very dangerous procedure
Whispers among the nurses....
Will you recover?
Recover who you are?
Recover the morales you once had?
Recover those thoughts that gave your life meaning?
Doctor! We're losing the heart beat....
You see the white light and voices familiar...
decide to go near
only to see the Blank faces...
of the people that you tried to seek approval from as you realize that they too...were lost
The blind leading the blind through the brailled stilllifes of what we think is still... life
Sheep...misguided by the wolf in its own clothing designed to slowly eat away at them until its potential downfall
Mystification...
So what do you now that you know the truth
Choice is simple... Red or blue?
What do you do with this oppurtune moment that has presented itself to you.
a voice in the distance, something so familiar to you, something you use to confer with everyday but with all the changes you decided to locked away
You realize the more you think about this choice the louder this voice gets...
You hear your conscience tryna to break free of those chains you placed
And when you break free scars from those chain remain... As a reminder
That the only image you should see when you look in the mirror is you
Constantly asking yourself what do you have to prove?
Its crazy that your need to satisfy the opinions of those
that are meaningless in the everyday occurances of your life
makes your illusions cognizant causing confusion.
To the point where you believe the mirage of the front facing facade that when you are out the spotlight you do not recognize who you are anymore....Blurred Lines.
Tryna remember who you are but can only remember who you were told to be
Open your eyes wide and there's no change
Blood shot red is all that remain
But this won't go away with some visine
No, this will require life altering surgery.
Pure pain and purgatory
Surgical tools and devices used to pierce and prod at the inner idiosyncratic fibers of your life
in order to perform a transplant.
The surgeon is terrified cause this was a very dangerous procedure
Whispers among the nurses....
Will you recover?
Recover who you are?
Recover the morales you once had?
Recover those thoughts that gave your life meaning?
Doctor! We're losing the heart beat....
You see the white light and voices familiar...
decide to go near
only to see the Blank faces...
of the people that you tried to seek approval from as you realize that they too...were lost
The blind leading the blind through the brailled stilllifes of what we think is still... life
Sheep...misguided by the wolf in its own clothing designed to slowly eat away at them until its potential downfall
Mystification...
So what do you now that you know the truth
Choice is simple... Red or blue?
What do you do with this oppurtune moment that has presented itself to you.
a voice in the distance, something so familiar to you, something you use to confer with everyday but with all the changes you decided to locked away
You realize the more you think about this choice the louder this voice gets...
You hear your conscience tryna to break free of those chains you placed
And when you break free scars from those chain remain... As a reminder
That the only image you should see when you look in the mirror is you
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