Seeking salvation in soul swapping world
Fending within this foolish fold
Mental Mourning of Murky mind.
How everyone plays the seek & find.
Not wicked warriors in any way,
Just a versatile wizards of today.
Nothing complex just a simple thought
Lost in ones own world of doubt
They call for change & control of chaos
Not touching it directly, knowing it would get worse,
Quick fix to an old Question.
Getting high on Systems of Delusion.
Catapulting up to this Karma tic cool
Followed by the consistent fallen fool
No banyan tree, No time to wait, No real sacrifice.
A reoccurring race of junkies enacting false.
Breeding to a meaning for a greater cause.
Placid prophecy of this pierced pack.
No Cause, No religion, No meaning to in-act.
It’s a tattooed race of urban bloomers.
A neon nirvana for the new age goer.
Flashy lights, florescent grounds,
Party nights, blasting sounds.
A push for an identity of their own
Born to self abuse and strangers to their homes.
A smoke in hand or pop of a pill...
No more years of meditation or hiding on a hill...
Just mushroom clouds and pricking pins.
A semi solid diet of liquor and sin
A trance like state of the lucid Dream
Chants of music bringing on a feel..
Eyes so red but vanilla skies…
This era of rev has just begun...
A clan of the people on the run?
Are you also one of them?
...Floating free with the Buddha Bongs.
...Are you too…. Mocking Moksha ?
