The people that you meet In the ether or on the street All the aged and the youth Every clicking of the buttons Every minuscule decision Does it bring you closer to your truth?
All the unbeknowing All the words unflowing All distracting us from what is real Turn off the wire Come by the fire Sit in circles of loving feel
We are all over stimulated From the cashiers blinking tirelessly To the worst-case scenarios that are simulated Filling electronic forms that have us tied in knots To the passions pixelating firelessly It’s us that have to prove we’re not robots
All the unbeknowning All the words unflowing All distracting us from what is real Turn off the wire Come sit by the fire Sit in circles of love and feel.