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Cosmic Thoughts

I got these cosmic thoughts inside of my head

Am I alive, dead, the world really like its said?

Take a deep step back see the Earth for what it is.

A pin drop in the breadth of the universal word.

The birds, the worms, all life but a concern

To the vast wealth of knowledge that is yet to be heard.

Understood, for better or worse, I can’t discern.

Is this existence true or absurd?

I can’t believe my own eyes, targeted disguise

Against everything taught, fraudulent and unwise.

Nine to five idolized, see as a waste of life.

Now believe in things that would make me seem paralyzed.

I think, about, the world as it is.

Or was, the time, when we lived as time was none.

Cursed from birth, to have to live for self worth

Living for the moment, now that’s unheard.


So show me where you live, show me all your eyes.

Show me that this world is paradise.

Show me that we aren’t drifting in disguise,

Part of a scheme that is charting up our insides.

So show me where we are, show me all the stars.

Show me that this universe travels far,

Show me that we are apart of it all,

apart of the seed that grows wild and tall.


Now I can’t believe what dictates the politics,

The policies that make us not worth shit.

Starved and made turbulent, the words are a tournament.

A superfluous tourniquet, for the Earth’s temperament.

The galaxies are intertwined, we just fall behind,

As we think we perceive a pedestal for mankind

Arbitrary design, a pulmonary decline

Foreboding aside we are lost in inside our minds.

Can’t conceive the things that could be beautiful

If you choose to live usual, you’ll usually be unmovable.

In the face, of change, arrange your plain ways

Make a way, to see infinity through the day.

Open up your third eye, transcend into higher skies.

The vibrations amplified, all dimensions fortified.

Unravel the wrinkled fabric of reality,

Find the wavelength that branches our duality.


So show me where you live, show me all your eyes.

Show me that this world is paradise.

Show me that we aren’t drifting in disguise,

Part of a scheme that is charting up our insides.

So show me where we are, show me all the stars.

Show me that this universe travels far,

Show me that we are apart of it all,

apart of the seed that grows wild and tall.


So where do we go, on this road? Seems this life’s a stones throw

Away from making any sense, too caught up in our skin

No innocence, infinitely impenitent.

Perspective changed incidentally, isn’t it elementary?

That these thoughts not legendary, just the context varies,

Scary that these Hail Mary’s that you throw still carry

Any weight to the world, instead of praise for the soul.

And the cosmos that make us all whole.

Start from the ground up, maybe find the roots of yourself,

Turn it all around and see the earth on its’ axis.

Practice mathematics, divide yourself into atoms.

Multiply it by the molecules that make up the galaxies gasses.

Don’t you see it’s tragic the way we live so static?

Forget we once had it, when we couldn’t perceive the madness.

Tried to find traction by naming the Earth’s actions.

Then lost our way as a cosmic membrane.


So show me where you live, show me all your eyes.

Show me that this world is paradise.

Show me that we aren’t drifting in disguise,

Part of a scheme that is charting up our insides.

So show me where we are, show me all the stars.

Show me that this universe travels far,

Show me that we are apart of it all,

apart of the seed that grows wild and tall.

Ride Out


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