Oh how we are blind to the obscene.

The devil takes Polaroid’s convincing how the grass is green.

Society dictates on what to hold.

I believed what I was told, because I was afraid to be bold. 

What I thought was true I never questioned, because I never understood oppression. 

Like Buddha, my castle was shelter; not understanding what was a lie and a gesture. 

I was blind while the oil lamps burned,

I was deaf while the phonographs turned. 

Wasteful on gifts I never earned.

Brainwashed to throw the first stone, and not understand I was a drone. 

Like Peter I denied times three, until the crow chimed it was time for Jesus to see the trees. 

Weeping to Allah for forgiveness on bleeding knees.

Now I must begin my grieving, smite the anger that's seething, over the denial I'm sheathing, and understand there is no compromising.

Like Moses I must part my own red seas, and find my nectar of the bees.

Then finally I can rest with my tranquility. 

So the world will be my temple for meditation

Receiving sageness with great appreciation.

Understanding every life is precious

From a infant's first breath to an old woman's final confession.

I will fall, I will fight, and I might curse out of spite.

I must however turn the other cheek, and show that cruel words will not make man weak.

Because when it's time to blow out my candle's wick, I'll be ready for the River Styx.

I'll see my Heaven, and run to my God to accept his kiss.

Nirvana is a place that has no words. It can't bought or struck with swords.

The universe helped open my eyes, and understand there is no fear when one dies.