The things you most want, are they really the ones you strive for
Those that are rooted deep down in the subconscious
Those that perhaps provide purpose
Do you resist, and fall for temptation
Or find it a way to get rid of procreation
Procreation of all sorts, like beauty in life
The sort you paint, like a sun in the bright sky
The ones you attract in your life, making it easy to have a simple life
All just appears, while your wondering if it's whack
Do you try to fight what's meant to be, and find another way
Do you try hard enough to stray, lay n pay
Does materialism take over, and your inner side remain
Silent as the peaceful sea, with a sun yet to rise 'day'
Do you ever wonder when your fight will stop
When the ego will surrender, or when the resistance will drop
Will it be the result of Universal situations and their consequence
or will the heart have a simple outburst
Will you come to terms with your wants and escapes
Will the escape be a dream, or is it a nurturing nightmare
When black n white cease to exist, their meaning buried in a grave
Will you unite to be one, as is meant on this beautiful fine day....
