Why can't the sighted see ?
What excuses do they hear ?
What source their well of happiness ?
What lenses distort the fear ?

How can they enjoy their life ?
How do they live at all ?
How do they pay the price ?
How do they stand to fall ?

How many lines does it take,
To make them want to know ?
To show them their reality,
Educate them for tomorrow ?

I wish I had it in me,
To make you understand.
Agreement is your own choice.
Fist before the hand ?

Follow me, follow me, c'mon follow me,
Don't stop. Keep up. Almost there.
Almost through the skull.
Finally, just the hair.

WHAM!
Out, you come, let's go, places to be.
Hold tight, forget your eyes,
There's nothing that you can 'see'.

The outside is in your head,
Where do you want to go ?
Do you want to be there now,
Or shall we take it slow ?

Ok, lets start again,
Follow me, c'mon lets run.
Now, forget about your feet,
Let's fly instead, it's fun.

So, where do you want to go?
Choose any time or place.
Anywhere you can imagine,
Wearing any face.

How about Paris ?
London ? Or Rome ?
It's gotta be sunset,
The seas a golden foam.

Can you see the Eiffel ?
Is it still a wondrous sight ?
Does it matter that it's a thought ?
Does it lose an inch of height ?

Why are we still here,
Bedazzled by this place?
We've got the world to choose from,
And then there's outer space.

Wanna see an Alien ?
Our Big Bang from up close ?
Focus your mind.
What do you want the most ?

Let go of my hand.
Totter a tiny stride.
Gain your solo wings.
Lift feet, glide.

Fly,fly, off you go,
Into the dawn of mind.
Take unlimited freedom.
Choose what you will find.

Wake up, gotta go,
Reality closing in fast.
Rise from your slumber,
But let your dreams last.

Can you see the rock ?
The tiny rock,
A minescule fragment of stone.

Can you feel the rock ?
Touch the rock,
Abandoned so far from home ?

Can you understand the rock ?
Comprehend the rock,
Follow the path of its brain ?

Can you envision the years ?
The passing years,
Eroding away in the rain.

Can you accept the fact,
See the act,
Derive meaning that is sound ?

Can you believe the tears ?
The alien fears,
View life from the ground ?

And after all the above,
Hours of love,
Educated to another plane.

Would it hurt you less,
Time to confess,
When stone, that rock remains ?

It's funny we should be stood here young un.
This very spot, upon this hill.
For this is where yer grand pa brought me.
To teach me of lifes thrill.

Looking down over those green pastures,
The ones you see below.
He taught me that speed isn't always right.
There's times to take it slow.

The slower route may not look tempting.
You may want to run ahead,
But sometimes it feels much better,
To take it slow instead.

I laughed at your grand pa's words,
And raced down through the trees.
Shooting across the greenest of pastures.
Creating my own breeze.

Now I understand what he meant,
When he shared those words with me.
For I have become the old bull,
So I know what it is you see.

His words truly were of wisdom,
Full of the knowledge of his days,
But advice isn't for the young,
They're consumed by lifes blaze.

So off you run young un.
Through the trees you flit.
I'm just gonna take a slower route,
I'll meet you in a bit.

Why do we do this ?
What is it all for ?
Why do we kill each other ?
Is a book worth a war ?

Take a look at yourself,
At what it is you do.
Should you really be killing others ?
Should they be trying to kill you ?

In all of your various books,
This message stands out clear.
Off all of your Gods creations,
Humanity is held the most dear.

You say you are a believer.
That you follow a righteous path.
Your excuse for your atrocities ?
You're executing your Gods wrath.

This "all powerful" figurehead,
Who created all within sight,
Leads you to killing other humans.
Is that really a guiding light ?

I truly hope your God exists,
For I hope the day will come,
When you kneel before Him in judgement,
When He totals up your sum.

The passion of your convictions is admirable,
But your actions leave me aghast.
The pointless waste of any life,
Should become part of our past.

Why do we still do this ?
What is it all for ?
Why do we still kill each other ?
Is a book worth a war ?

Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do you think you'll get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?

Do you have any quiet moments,
When you're brain ceases to play ?
Do you know sound of silence,
When your mind has no say ?

Do you think you are the lucky one,
Not to think at all ?
Do you think the peace and quiet,
Is better than the bawl ?

Do you enjoy the lull in the storm ?
The harbour we seek to find ?
The quiet lapping of the waters,
In the tempest of your mind ?

What about the sailor,
Fighting for his life ?
Does he know that he's alive,
Amongst this deadly strife ?

You know his pulse is racing.
Pumped full of life's thrill.
Do you think that it matters,
That he knows the sea can kill ?

A cruel and heartless mistress,
A killer without mind.
And yet he sails upon her,
For the pleasures he will find.

Those stormy violent moments,
When your wits are all you own.
The music of life in your ears,
Whilst you dance this waltz alone.

This is when you're alive,
When you're pitched against the hill.
When death is laughing at you,
And you laugh at the thrill.

All your nerves on fire,
Your mind alight with glee.
Thinking always thinking,
But never thinking to flee.

Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do want to get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?