h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Dam3final - (the name has no meaning)

Dam to the present
the little boxes in which we live
honest men know the land
the road to nowhere
the honest man knows
life is the only thing that grows
for the better or for the worse
is the grown mans curse
a wall of futility
over which lies live
so why?
Stuck here in a box in the brain
i call it the cage
breeder of rage
the centre of gravity
in you and me
In this post evolutionary stage
it attracts information meticulously
can be shaped by information
but in my head there lie a thousand people's boxes
like coffins
prisons of free souls
i watch and learn
see nothing and wait for return
any reality on this planet
seems to take place within the first to think of it
to act on it live with it and die with it
a pity to watch the tries of deaf freinds
throw their lives into dead ends
gives me mental bends
round we go
to and fro
another day
we start to pray
a little clearer
a little nearner
but to what?
the light at the end of the tunnel
is a sign saying
that the suns too hot
we win then lose
find clarity then confuse
give up our power
then choose
with misty heads we jump with glee
yeah the oil slicks inspire me excitably
I speak to fewer minds when i say
did you think of this on the same day?
when you sit with your freinds
hours go by without any ends
a few moments of peace
away from the rush
of who can feel the less flush
I mean the feeling of being silly
a bit of the cosmic willy
can i say that?
or will someone kill me?
All these minds inspiring
or a blatent cowering?
i don't blame it
we overcame it
we won something back from life
a little reduction in the bolox and strife
We know the way so well
but to where
I got up and found it was repair
of the mind and all that s**t from the past behind
usual story here
i said skating over the unclear
the unknown never we will know
so i beat my head against the wall
out of insecure fear
because i am human
this human attacked by the overloaded senses
a compleate lack of psychic fences
i virtually defensless
from the dirge of the mess
but some days its pointless
so i get up and confess
till no mess is left
is it just me
and my reality
or have i touched mans mentality?
i can see a future
but for me that means years of torture
because my freinds
i am your fire
i am here
without the liar
i don't want to manipulate
just defrustrate
and defuse
and show you the art
of how too lose
and then choose
the hardest thing
the art of releasing
but ego mania
stop me dead
i realise your exactly the same
and get on with my mental game
dam the destroyer of joy
let us rise
in life
but theres more unsaid here than meets the eye
something in us is playing with us
something around us is causing chaos
its probably father time
knocking on your door
time to get your ass up off the floor
look way way way off into the future
and i am still alone
a hub in the wheel
with little left to feel
why do i have to have a mind so blind?
i see silly little things going on inside me
make me writhe with judgementality
no more words!
they drive me mad
unable to pin the bad
i won't be happy
till heavans had
till the days of harmony
and then the depression pushes down that mind that was free
why oh why do i beleive this joy so ignorantly?
am i not supposed to think these things?
or is it just me?
am i the only person (who like the ant and me) works together and independantly
i just can't be - i can't be just me
i know because i have met 30
here and there
from nearly everywhere
perspectives from wholistic minds
a bright spark of their kind
the sharers of the mind
the wise tricks exchanged
a few bits here and there rearranged
to be able to say what we really mean
and to keep the s**tpile clean
working from beneath
space to breath
treading water
because you oughta
taking away the weight of your fate
but for how long
is up to you to jump the mental gate
If you are the seeker
here is your gem
there are lots here
but this is the one that gets them
your not gonna get far you twit
but this is my matriachial bit
the father inside and all that s**t
i used to sell people what they needed to get the job done
nothing boring, and it would be fun
but i get treated by a few, like my head is up my bum
and they buy something that satisfys 90% of their fun
excuse me? - is that a one way road you did doth run?
And the plot rises like the pheonix, from the depressives mind
it has crept in like the morning sun
why this urgency?
for a social resolution
why not help the escape from confusion
breed a massive reality
using our wit, guile, and colusion
as an experiment
to find the fusion
and dissolve the walls
when i include my crazy notions
about you the bag of potions
it all works
for about an hour
then comes the sour
here we stand again
but thats that end of the game
round and round we go
to and fro
round some more
then one day
we get up leave and go
duty calls
nature pushes
a new man is born
an idea is given life (yours)
practice is the only payout
prudence is the hardest shout
(put your self in my shoes)
how many people are you watching?
how many?
how?
don't you?
screw you.
get back with the others in the human stew
maybe one day i will snap and break
and do nothing for anybody
that day feels closer and closer
i would walk out in the world
to be the wandering freind to those that found me
and share our reality
string out the time
and relax
kick back
i hope to meet you
one day
friend,
a good end
a good day spent
at each others pool
with the bredth and wisdom of a fool
talking about
lifes tool
our brain
then parting company
never to be the same