Some people will like everything you do
But others won’t wish you well at all
Do you like the song and the things I say ?
Or do you just say, ‘It’s not my taste ?’

 

I know I respect your life and the things that seem real to you
We follow the script and we enjoy the act together
But the drama seems so real to us – so serious
There’s nothing you can’t think that wasn’t given to you

 

All tastes and colours and creeds, beliefs, religions
Each and every one is just a chemical in your head
All thoughts in your head don’t come from you - you don’t create them
No, no, no, no, not a single word – your mind is from a thousand mirrors

 

Don’t bitch !
Just be one with it all

 

Everything you have ever been taught is an illusion
It could have been teachers, parents or friends with their apparent guidance
Everything you touch, taste, sense – a plasticine world
Moulded to fit your needs and with your limited senses