Ontology

My Dreams vivid, seeing symbols and signs, visions

No limits, my soul’s mystic, and old isn’t it

Movin’ with it, morphing into a gold visage

(I’ll) break the ridgid, fixed opinions, and mental prisons

 

(And) let the light shine through, and scatter, like a prism

Visit distant vistas, Icarus in these star systems

Met bizarre vixens, and tyrants claiming they, are victims

All within, a grain of sand, when I looked and, saw it glisten

 

Woke up in the underground, like early Christians

Before they twisted the vision, and spread illness and supersition

Crushed resistance, traded spirit for division

And riches, I see, the serpent stands for wisdom

 

In the dark times of Empire,

I took my inner spark, and used it to set fires

Get wired, and lets, ascend higher

I’m talkin’ bout consciousness, not about hemp fibers