When the fools of reason dictate
The terms of debate
The inner voice of spirit cries
Knowing that the truth is not found
Outside in the world of illusions….
Tell me, who are these “experts”
That we give authority too and emulate?
For to me, it seems,
Like the blind leading the blind
Down a dark alley of lies
Where the greatest victim
Is our own happiness….
Unplug from this matrix
Then strap on your boots
And commune with Mother Nature
She is our great liberator.