Listen.
Who Are We?
This world is composed of many
things,
Energies as you will.
Both real life and alternative realities
Some can only be seen
With changing the frequency of the human eye.
A ninja’s speed, ghosts, voodoo.
You think that this is impossible?
We all are simply a microscopic spectacle in this galaxy.
We know nothing what is out beyond our sad little solar system,
And people dare to judge me and say it is as it is.
No, you have endless choices remain.
Yes or no, left or right.
While some shape their own paths on this world we live on
By creating middle roads instead of black or white,
They leave their mark creating a grey realm,
A realm of nothingness where everything is possible,
Where life is made, where space is creating mass.
This realm is known as our mind, so ask yourself who are we?
Energies as you will.
Both real life and alternative realities
Some can only be seen
With changing the frequency of the human eye.
A ninja’s speed, ghosts, voodoo.
You think that this is impossible?
We all are simply a microscopic spectacle in this galaxy.
We know nothing what is out beyond our sad little solar system,
And people dare to judge me and say it is as it is.
No, you have endless choices remain.
Yes or no, left or right.
While some shape their own paths on this world we live on
By creating middle roads instead of black or white,
They leave their mark creating a grey realm,
A realm of nothingness where everything is possible,
Where life is made, where space is creating mass.
This realm is known as our mind, so ask yourself who are we?
Just Link Jones
