This drug called life

Are we Zombies

High on this drug called life

As God experiments

On us and mice

Or are we soldier ants

Fighting all our lives

For someone who we can't see

In the crowd

No more of them lies

No more Human inventions

No more karma and the soul

I don't want happiness

Just give me the truth

And I will go

Are we Zombies

Cooked on this drug called life

As God experiments

On us and lice

Or are we soldiers

Fighting for our lives

Against someone who we can't see

In the fog

The people who wrote our Gods

Said that the world was flat

And the Moon was a princess

Of the Sun

Just for this life

Stop making up answers

Start finding them

For once

"Fuck this shit

Stop asking

Start living

Be hap..."

Happiness is not what I want

The truth is what I need

And I won't go so easy

Them lies, no more

Human creations, no more

No more karma and the soul

It's funny how I can sing this to you

And you won't cry

Had I said this in words alone

You would have denied

Anesthetize

"I simply am not here

No way I..."

"Shut up, be happy

Stop whining please"

We are anesthetized. All of us.

Stretching the cloth

In the future, say 100 years from now, when we'd be roaming around and about land and water and the surface of the Moon, in our Bugatti Suction field S100s, and when we would need to take a turn, we wouldn't be bending our mass towards the direction, but we would be pulling the space time fabric towards us. Not turning ourselves, but pulling the universe in ourselves. Thus pulling everyone in the universe towards ourselves. Or trying to.

We would be trying. So will everyone else be. And thus we will make the universe contract.

What we deserve

All of us are entitled. All of us are privileged. All of us have been given many things that we didn’t earn. Or deserve.

Do you think you deserve everything that you currently have? Your money, your beauty, your education, your intelligence, your body, the square foot of earth that you stand on, the square metre of earth that your body will be buried in when you die? Is any of it something that you have earned by the virtue of things that you did in your life? Or was it just handed over to you by your environment which includes your parents who in turn got whatever they got in life because of their environment. Did you ever deserve to be in the college that you are in right now or the one you are going to go? I mean it was just luck that you were born with enough intelligence and means to have reached where you are right now. This moment in space-time that you can shout your thoughts about anything you want.