The Grand Design - Winds

A flaw in the grand design of what we call living

An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction

We must first accept our need to be If we are to live and to be free

Failure to choose and realize

Is the foundation of our demise

Our subconscious is trying to tell us something

If not here, where should we be, how can we know

And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway

It’s really trying to tell us something

We’re not really here, where we should be, that I do know

And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete

Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye

Finding reason in changed stability

The key to realizing our futility

Our subconscious is trying to tell us something

That we’re really not here, that we really don’t know

That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway

Hope through turning away, letting go of getting nearer

Finding the words to express it, even further down the road

Stepping right in, drawing closer, for time is here and now