Stripped and hosed down
My thoughts are blank, like a blind man trying to see
My mind is in a constant state of need
A need to be free of all that makes me think
I want to be naked, yes, I said naked
But not in the sense of the physical, but the mental
Like sweet poetry recited on a heavenly instrumental
A naked mind, lost in ancient time
Blessed by the words of the divine
I was born free,
But the roots no longer compliment the tree
I leave my wicked ways in search of purity
And a kingdom of tranquillity
So as naked as I came, as naked I will go
Drop knowledge that leaves the world unbalanced
And portray me as unequalled among those that seek
the same mental freedom
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