Every experience is personal,
And occurs, with me, in time,
It can never be repeated,
Like this rhyme on this line.
Experience is personalised,
Different things to me and you,
To us both it's very varied,
But to both of us, it's true.
Before, during and after,
Different senses are expressed,
Even before we are living,
Even after we are dead.
Our consciousness is rising,
Far, up above the earth,
Where the demons dwell, disguising,
The true nature of self worth.
We think riches are a problem,
We can see their lure & spin,
As they pull our hearts full downward,
To that abyss of self & sin.
Want to live in independence,
Living life as you see fit?
Minimising confrontation,
And everything that goes with it.
I live in this beautiful safe world,
Free from idiots, wizards & orcs,
Dwelling far away from halfwits,
In my feeling, thought & talk.
But I know I really need you,
Never meant to live alone,
As I write your heart now speaketh,
Transforms you wholly, chosen clone.
I never mean to mislead you,
My capacity's just a trick,
I'd much rather edify you,
With a truth that's really sick.
We're all green, And you are too,
We like to enjoy loving you,
Tip your waitress, then all sing,
All praises to da God of every-ting.