unruffled

how do you see through me like that?

the bottom of your shoe is messing up my hairstyle
I’m sick of getting trampled on, being told I don’t belong…
for a while I stayed inside curtains drawn, soaked in scorn
harbouring thoughts you would’ve sworn were too dark to be borne
by the mind of one who had seen light and tasted the difference
between day and night...but in this time I learned that even dawn
can be drowned in storm-clouds, and mornings born proud
could be killed at birth by the tempest…with clenched fists
my spirit breaks the boundaries of light-speed, I am a joyful refugee
free from my ability to see and discern colour or be held back
by time, sublime in my essence, guided purely by a seventh sense
I learn lessons of eternity in a dimension never entered
where no-one can condemn me and my hair remains
unruffled.

how do you see through me like that?

one second, a moment, negotiation not left open
like broken mindsets, Russian roulette
security smashed in an instant, blink and you miss it…

let us enter a mind-game where a space or time-frame
does not exist, and face is not lost under fist
and the reason to resist escapes the masses
and the world keeps on turning when the stock market crashes
where pacifists are hypocrites and the moral blanket
is a little bit too small to fit everyone under it
where philosophy meets science and the answers stay defiant
where household violence teaches children to be silent
like a time-bomb wired to the purpose of life
exploding in white light through every moment of strife
a knife-edge balances the future like a tightrope
and even slight hope is drowned in statistics
and politics and numbers make everyone a pessimist
have you got it yet? this hypothetical suggestion
settled in? the proverbial napkin tucked under your chin?
well, if you sure you can imagine, then let’s begin…

how do you see through me like that?

you see in the dark
but it fills up your body
let me come to where you are
we’ll talk about mercy

jacob israel setting up some sweet sounds