Beautiful accident, unlucky mistake
The human condition ain’t so great.
Hate, darkness, grief, greed, loss and rage
Everyday reality, sometimes hard to face
Love ones lost, happy times pass
Separation with no reconnection
Confusion, delusion, loss of faith
There’s ivory towers, shacks in the shit
Millions of people, left in a pitt
Of loneliness, worthlessness, loss and defeat
Concrete seats,
life on repeat.
Left on the brink,
in steel bubbles they sink.
People with less gold smoulder in towers
Poor means no safety. Money means power
Hard workers, frozen in place,
like slaves, they serve
Really, is that what they deserve?
There’s rising hate of those who are different.
The aliens, the others,
The ones who are not US.
They’re taking over
They steal, they rape
All the uninformed rising hate
Those “rats” are humans
But many cannot see
They’re in deeper shit than you or me.
Stability, austerity, deficits, debts
Depression, poverty, the strikes, the hate, the anger, the loss, the troubling fate
Strong and stable, instability
I wonder why many aren’t at their full ability?
An unlucky mistake? It’s easy to belief. Where is the end to human greed?
An unlucky mistake? Or a beautiful accident?
Consciousness,
A strange experience
Magnificence,
It twists bright amongst the shit.
Where sunny spots do exist.
Freedom gained, pain defeated
New lives come, diseases treated
Friendly strangers on a train,
The completely weird human brain
A beautiful accident, a strange existence
Joy, forgiveness, gratefulness,
Flows, within the collective consciousness
Glows, with spots of golden happiness
A beautiful accident, unlucky mistake?
It’s already a confusing illusion
So make yourself a pretty delusion
Imagine, create
Dream big and strong
There no such thing as dreaming too long
Take some steps in the wrong direction,
To find the unexpected
The moments that might burn bright, in the timeline of your existence.
Hold these moments and hold them strong
Because these moments don’t last long
Every moment will pass, fragment and fade
Memory, precious, but a fragile case
So don’t regret, forgive mistakes
A beautiful accident we can create
The world is not a rigid mould
The world is playdough filled with gold
You might feel small, I do too
But collectively there’s much that we can do
The many together are strong and stable
The many together are powerfully able.
For the many, not the few
One of the many is me and you.
So share some happiness, share some love
Stay strong, we’ll rise high above