By wise grumpy older people
Bryan, what’s your goal – Utopia?
And I was like, Damn right
My goals have changed immensely
The big sticks have been removed
I know not for where I head
Because I know where I am
Seeking Utopia in the external world
Is like seeking perfection within
It’s like chasing the horizon of enough
And comparing yourself to magazine covers
The fuel you burn will smell like suffering
Can I make myself into someone that can be loved more
Disappointment is a guarantee
The whiff of love’s ghost will get you high enough
To stay trapped in the chains of frustration
An adult caught within a child that demands attention
Is a focus on the specifics
At the expense of the foundations
And you know how much I love foundations
As you build the minority
You will destroy the majority
And create a world unloved
A world incapable of love
A world of chaos and confusion
Or so we have been lead to believe
But the heart beats strong
Which one are you paying most attention to?
Well, who owns the prophets
Is God a concept? is $ a concept? are you a concept?
Break down the most people
The growing pains of globalisation
The un-seen dangers of globalisation
If we can’t predict the future
What happens when the truly obedient
But to trust their nurse, their saviour
