I am standing in a line,waiting for a new transaction.
And I`m driving down a line,headed for a destination.
And I have`nt much to say.I am working most the time,turning wheels and pushing levers.
And I`m filling up my mind,delving deep into distraction.
But I know no other way...This is just another time,pidgeonholed into a matrix,
Of the total of my life,which this part you see before you.
But I have`nt got the time,to engage in retrospection,
Even though I know my mind,is in need of quiet reflection.
And I`ve lived another day...Now I`m sifting through the brine,looking for a single faction.
And I`m reaching with my mind,searching for a new reaction.
But the rythums of the day,reinforce my lifes illusions,
And taint what I want to see,with conditioning and culture.
But I look for other ways...There are people in my life,that I wish that I could cling to,
But decorum of the day,and the norms of our relations,
Prevent what I have to say,from evolving into action.
So I turn and walk away...Now it`s just another day,and another chance to listen,
To what our hearts have to say,bout a vision of the future.
Now I`m reaching with my mind,to a place of satisfaction.
Born of concepts,place and time;all life seems as we percieve it.
Now I`ve lived another day...As I see our place in time,we`re a nation bound together,
By the visions in our minds(transendental coexistance)
But we live in troubled times,and the problems running unchecked,
Shift our balance cross a line,towards the thresholds of extinction.
And I wonder how much time...