My mind grows like a vine,
Made up of interstellar twine,
The all seeing eye says to get back, get back in line,
But not this time, I shout back unwind, unwind, unwind!
Your place on this earth is a simple state,
You wake from your robotic slumber and once again join the infamous rat race.
About face, the next day comes, you enter your trance,
Will you continue to play this ignorant game, continue to do their repetitive dance.
Take your place back in life, fight back, fight back,
Refuse to pick up their end of the slack!
My mind grows like a vine,
Made up of interstellar twine,
The all seeing eye says to get back, get back in line but this time,
I shout back, unwind, unwind, unwind!
Are we all dumbfounded primates swinging through the steel trees?
Continuing to labor, following orders like a swarm of working bees,
Or are you the one to stand out, the one to take a creative stance,
The one to turn around and pick up your razor edged lance,
Stabbing through the heart of the saw toothed party,
The party that tells you not to be tardy,
What to think, what to eat, how to act,
The time to fight is now, for your vicarious outlook has been viciously attacked!
My mind grows like a vine,
Made up of interstellar twine,
The all seeing eye says to get back, get back in line,
but this time, I shout back, unwind, unwind, unwind!
Pick your weapon of choice,
But this time your selection is deadly,
Your selection is your voice,
More provocative then a sword,
Your demand will be your reward,
You asked for your liberty, your freedom,
But they stare at you with glassy eyes,
This time you will not believe their lies,
Their lies that ask calmly for your steady demise.
If they had it their way you would sink to the murky bottom of the life they choose,
A life full of fallacy, with nothing to prove,
Your goal is to make them greater,
A swifter, more deadly version of what they already are,
But should we all be equal, all hitting par?
My mind grows like a vine,
Made up of interstellar twine,
The all seeing eyes says to get back, get back in line,
but this time, I shout back, unwind, unwind, unwind!
Your incandescent attitude has been proven a cure,
The lines the party drew,
are no longer what they were.
Your decision to provide an incision into the lifestyle they chose,
has now caused a veritable silence, a quiet pause.
A pause that has them feeling the same fear,
They had dealt upon you, it has them wondering is this cause for alarm?
You’ve broken away from the pack,
And now you know to never look back,
The rest of the herd follows your movement with heavy regard,
Their eyes ride you, wondering if you will starve,
They then see there is no danger to such a move,
To think outside the iron box, to find your own groove.
They follow, watching your cognitive evolution,
Surprise, surprise, viva la revolution!
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