All I see is a tree
All I see is details of the tree
Leaves, where light is reflecting
And meeting me in my eyes
Milliseconds of my mind interpreting
Impressions upon my retina
In fives, in threes, in nines, in seventies
In patterns and lines, our kind's aggregated memories
Intelligent design, doesn't have to be heavenly
The question is mine, is mind matter or entity
Matter of fact, answering that matters for jack
Cause whether matter matters doesn't matter, what's the matter with that?
My blood is red and my marrow is black, and I'm a hack
So shallow my passion so narrow my path
What of status, and what of rap?
What of jobs and the cash that we're bringing back?
What of flashes of sadness and of laughter and orgasms
We're sacs of atoms in an atom sanctum
Floating past at random, expanded plankton
In our tank of a planet throwing massive tantrums
Commanders in chief seeming so out of sight
From our island unlikely the tide would be turned if we tried
What of my arrogance, what of my pride?
What of my body and what of my mind?
For several minutes bereft of my ego
And left like a shell I am empty inside
At the core I am just light
Nothing more, just an aura burning so bright
Just a story of emotions that I know might
Go into dormancy the minute my time goes by
No lie, as I'm lurking at the borderline
My sober mind doesn't crack the surface of a normal life
So divine, and terrifying to see
My truth is abstract as the light on a tree
Like me
Lying in bed, mind is a ripple
On opposite sides but aligned in the middle
My life is a line in a riddle I find that some medicine lets me define it a little
A trickle of stippling noises, emanating to me from the heart of the town
A mixture of instruments, voices, and digital layers vibrating and watering down
To a nebulous gumbo of sound, floating away from its sources and flowing through space
Through thin venue walls, and festival stages, the din of the pavement absorbed on the way
In its present state, there's no recognizing what it was in its separate parts
It was art, there was effort made, people exercising free expression and sending a message with heart
But its degradation is the product of distance
Traveled too far now the content is missing
Lost information and gone is the mission
It's no longer music, just sonorous friction
And moving air, it was made to be intimate
All the particles make something intricate
As intended its weight is significant
From a distance it's aimless and dissonant
And that's why our relationships are critical
And connections are pivotal
Being close to one another is the way that we can
Live it all the way, we were meant to in the physical
A miracle, how we shape our own meanings, amazing what humans are capable of
But it's all just a feelingless haze, unless we can share it with people we love