I've been tossing around these yin yang thoughts
these black and white coloured juggling balls
One moment they're shot puts, as heavy as lead,
Then they turn light as bubbles and hang over my head
til I let my gaze down and they float up to the clouds
And I'm sad til they fall again

So everything hangs on a perpetual question mark
Assuming the dark is what takes us
Nihilist and philanthropist
could be synonymous
In the cold abyss
Is this what drives those geniuses to commit that stupid sin
In spite of all that's been

And I have crazy trips where I'm held to trial
By an animal court and when the prosecutors called
He states all my wrongdoings but finishes saying
It's all in my head, they've nothing incriminating
There's no weight to the case, I should be on my way
So I escape but I always feel guilty

While in the amazon the trees are creaking
And the fleeting calls of the forest
Are a sure sign that the worlds in sync
As atoms vibrate til their energy's spent
We hold the gaze of the stars but the earth will spin til they're gone and replaced by the day
And this happens again and again

I've walked with robed men marching single file
And they raved about the beaches on which they'll retire
Said this journey is only a passage you take
The destinations all that matters, so its wise to save face
Even if you must repent each waking day
That's a sacrifice you'd better make

I know this kid, all he owns is a single glass marble
And he tells everyone he sees it's the most precious thing in the world
There could be millions of them out there but this one is everything we need
He says within it there's a cosmos suspended in a timeless swirl

And that it's bigger than any planet
it dwarfs v y canis majoris
And it contains the souls of all of us
So will inevitably turn to dust should we ever choose to doubt it

So we're advancing towards a new age
I'm confused as to if this ones on its last legs or in its infant stage
I'm constantly shifting my gaze from that three point framed stare
To rest upon the soft green light that sits at night upon the bay

Meanwhile I'll jump back on the conveyer belt
Have machines shape me and stamp me and spit me out
and send me on my way
to where I just can't say

And ill swim frantically to keep from harm
As most of us do from the moment we're born
Like a fish in a bucket
just dodging bullets

And taking time to perfect our goose steps
Or stumbling clumsily like a toddler with arms outstretched
I'm forever thankful to have so many motherly hands
That will reach out on instinct at any sign of my unsteadiness

Because men are not as mighty
as they would like to think
They can be brought to their knees by single microscopic parasites
Choking on grains of rice
Or a calculated smile
from across the bar
The masters of the universe
Blinded by specks of dust
Or bed ridden, coughing up dignity
And eventually beaten into submission
pupils like black holes gaping in recognition
Clinging fearful to someones holy vision
Or with palms shown in resignation
That we all go the same way
And in the night the storms will erase all the prints in the sand and the clay

I've been places that will go on as before
From when their knuckles pale to when their empires fall
Where there are people who know the value of each and every soul
And aren't concerned to acknowledge the debts they might be owed
I swear they have no bounds to their being
like they've swallowed a universe that's still expanding
And they will toil in the soil to provide your daily bread
When we have drained the well they'll drop their buckets for the dregs
I don't know if its giving up
Or just fool's luck

There are demons that come to occupy us, foul ideas attached to cathode rays
Or jumping out from inbetween the lines on the pages
Of the new daily gospel
Straining iris muscles
Working hard to extract everything to the backs of our brains
Our ear drums sync to the cadence
Of whatever song the dj might play
And we only need to hear it once
To hum the tune for the rest of the day
And they hung crosses on the west wall and on the opposite
Affixed altars to the trimurti and burnt some incense sticks
It's the way its been forever
and we don't know any better
Than the stories told to us snug in our beds when we were kids
But nursery rhymes have such dark undertones
It's the aspartame in their fizzy drinks
It's the milk building their bones
The saplings grow with vines wrapped round their branches
It's down to luck if they grow up straight
Or manage to resist it
But more often than not
The tree that sprouts up
Casts wiry appendages into the sky
Like the defiant hands swiping blind in the night
So speaking as a self proclaimed escapee
An uprooted and plotless Houdini
I can't do anything more than plead
For you to turn the pages
Read anything
Set about challenging everything