Intuition

Why do we subscribe to a universal thread,
That weaves the fabric of our lives?
Ask why without batting an eye.
We’re so accepting. Question everything.
Question everything you know.
Fracture of doubt,
Crack to a chasm in an instant.
Swallowing whole
The broken bones of our broken home into an ocean of disorder.
But my view through the water’s crystal clear,
And I’ve got something that you need to hear.
We don’t know who we are, we wander never knowing.
Feudal stone walls stop these oceans overflowing.
Virtuosos wrote your thoughts in a symphony,
Paradigms, transcribed,
Under the supervision of conductors,
To our dissonant chorus,
We orchestrate their composition,
They call it order.
We don’t know who we are, we reap what we are sewing.
Fabric of our lives catches our eyes we abide unknowing.
Wander, question,
Find your obsession.
Knowledge beckons,
Find your obsession.
We don’t know who we are, we wander never knowing.
We don’t know who we are or why we are following.
This script of reality where we become the casualty;
Conditioned in an intellectual prison.
Fuck this system!
Follow your intuition.
Wander, question,
Find your obsession.
Knowledge beckons,
Find your obsession.
Question everything you know.