We all live in boxes like so
Walls and barriors that will not go
Most do not realize and know
The lack of thinking continues to grow
Create your own mind
Opinions and facts to find
No time to change the past and rewind
Creatvitiy seems to be lost and in a bind
From what we hear and what we see
It is hard to relax and close the eyes to feel free
From things in life and around us that are effecting you and me
Lacking of time to rest and drift off to bed like a boat in the sea
Channels and channels on the tv and the radio
Where did time for just thinking go?
Like snails mentaly everyone appears to be a little lost or slow
Welcome to the show
Lights, camera and action but no one is around
Only music and life that exist around me that create words and sound
The world can be a stepping stone or a gigantic hole in the ground
All that is good and evil seem to always be found
Wake up the body, sprit and all of the hidden fears
We all need to be more passionate and kind, cannot put it off for years
Inside of many people their are sorrows and tears
Humans are like bicycles with gears
To carry the idea wherever people roam
Places from California to rome
What is the meaning of home?
A happy place?, stressful place or just a bubble or dome?
