Distant Voices
Somehow the mind has a mind of His own and at the same time as my thoughts are blown, when the Truth's to be shown, my consciousness expands, not by my demand but I can't help wondering by whose command?
Slow paced principle of rhyme, the presence of space, winning the race against the time of the Voice that echoes in distance with a personal choice.
Just a Word from the Machine. If it's how I heard, It cannot be seen, yet there are many that claim they see It. So be it. Let Us keep pretending how We're all defenders, defending the Peace, when We're just passively standing in separation, unable of ending the Thing That Should Not Be.
Not only that as United People, We deserve to be free, but by the default, We already are free. So, what We cannot see is hidden on a plain sight? It's the fact that on an emotional level, We are all alone, with Our limited and selfish conditional affection, unable to truly love, the unlimited emptiness inside.
Thank You for Your time.
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
Karl Marx