Higher plateaus

There is no pill
 to change these beliefs
 forged by fires
 of reality
 No, not consensus
 reality
 which is the antithesis
 of itself
 Some eyes have seen
 through the veil
 that we’re born
 to see as real
 Once the threshold
 has been reached
 there is no returning
 to your world
 The contradictions
 you call home
 The lazy thinking
 that sustains them

Why, tell me why
 the thinkers are punished
 by the hypnotized
 This is no insult
 to your mind
 You’re free to
 wake up
 at any time
 Please wake up
 while you still have time

Why, tell me why
 the majority
 chooses to be blind
 And why
 are those who see
 hung from crosses
 from which
 they bleed?
 Please wake up, now
 to this dire need

After a life in submission
 to nonsensical ideals
 Compromise
 and surrender
 to stagnation
 and backwards thinking
 To go forth
 into a corporate world
 where greed and division
 dominate
 To make the numbers
 support a truth
 that has no backbone
 It’s the sickest ruse
 To retreat
 from this dream
 to higher plateaus
 and panoramic scenes
 Why, oh, tell me why
 are you so afraid
 to expand your mind?

Why, I beg why
 that the cure
 must be
 sacrificed
 For the means
 For the end
 For the pockets
 of the rich
 Why, I cry why
 do these tears
 mean nothing,
 nor this life?
 Halfhearted lip-service
 is your art
 Then you go on
 to rip the pure apart
 Why, please tell me why
 Why does a life of searching
 feel so much
 like suicide?


Originally published at Andrew L. Hicks.