It’s time to raise your glasses
Brothers & sisters be open to get flustered
Naming & blaming won't make you feel protected
Coz expectations are repetitions of the moving mind caught in a design
On the hind side it teaches you a lot
Makes u learn how 'The Maya' makes you Rot
Living the Illusions
Embracing the Delusions
Blocking the Solutions
Puts you in a trap mode
Wanting this or that Mode
The usual good & bad mode
The trivial dark and light mode
Makes your head go faster
Looking for disaster
Not being a master
Leaving signs of Alter
WHERE DID YOU FALTER?
It's all about the time
It’s all about the dates
Trapped inside the gates
Looking for a mate
For the Rat Race
Calling it the one
Giving it a Shape
Making a Modern Cave
This is in the White
This is in the Black
This is in the good
This is in the bad
Becoming so cold
Stuck inside a mould
Guarded by beliefs
Looking for reliefs
Living in the Heads
Feeling the same Mess
Staying with the Crowds
Blaming the world out
Philosophers, scientists, actors, producers
What type of people do u want to breed?
It's all about virtues, making tall big statues
It's all about being Perfection, Doing things for validation
You wana make boxes? Same packaging Bar codes? Stamps? Machines?
Machines fucking machines to produce more machines.
A plague of Machines
Generation of machines!
Do you think this game works?
We are the humans, human beings
We are the travelers,
Children of the cave dwellers
Came so far, Doing inventions
Revolving around a star
The Universe is like a Candy Jar
You pick up what you like
The beginning or the end
It doesn't matter coz time can always bend
No need to Run
No need to Hide
No need for Pain
No need for Pride
No need to Fear
No need to Fight
Do you know that you are the world that you don't like
You are the Sun's and the Moon's of the bright days and the dark nights
You are Earth, made up of the stars that u see in the black skies
You are the water, floating in the clouds, white mystified
You could be the grains of a flower or the galaxies spread so far
You could be insect singing lullaby
Or the baby with blue, black or brown eyes....
You're not so small
You're not so big
You're not the Fall
You're not the Spring
You're not Revenge
You're not Payback
You're not the Maze
You're not the Knack
So thankyou for the Heights
For thee Morning lights
For days and the nights
For mind bending rhymes
Thankyou for the Air and the Purity
For all happy songs for reality
Thankyou for the layers and the surety
For all wackiness, for morality
Duality to Singularity
And woken up humanity
And woken up identities
By Chandra Mehendrou
The Sunamoon
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