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Where do ideas come from?
And where do they go,
When they've burn out
Turning our possessed minds
To ashes in the process
Where do inspiration come from?
We like to take credit for ideas
Popping into our minds
As if something can come out of nothing
It's my idea! you stole my idea!
We claim them as if we possess them
when evidence suggest the opposite
They possess us.
We rely on them yet rarely question their origin
If not to use them as scapegoats
When the filt of our hearts filters through
Thoughts into general awereness.
Do we have ideas or do they hold us
Prisoner of their grip, having us grappling
And battling each other for their sake,
For the fake reality they display.
That's how we get played, get rulled over
By the pons of a game we invented
Then forgot the rules.
Indeed, we think we think
When we are thought and taught
To be the reflections of ideas
Uploaded into our systems
By our environments,
By our parents, by the schools
By our societies, by religions
And their so-called deities.
Capitalism is an idea the majority believe in
Indeed, It has become so powerful
It's one of today's leading deities .
It's compelling us to destroy our beautiful planet
Putting humanity and many species
At risk of mass extinction within few centuries
Yet we cling on to it, keep our faith
Religion is an idea the majority participate in
Indeed it has become so powerful
Created a large number of competing deities
Compelling us to destroy our beautiful families
Putting humanity at risk of killing itself
In vain wars to become saint at the eyes
Of ones imaginary dieties.
In the past we were ordained
to kill for Dyonisos, for Zeus or Odin,
That are no longer, simply because we stopped
Believing, we stopped feeding them with our faith.
We stopped entertaining their ideas.
Humanity once knew
The sublte word of ideas channeled
Into our reality through our minds
But today, "we think so we are".
By defining ourselves through thoughts,
We've limited the infinite potential of the divine within us,
We've given ideas the power to overpower us.
though It's really hard to fathom the power of ideas,
those phantom presences took control over our lives
Shaping and defining our reality
Cause we forgot who we are and where our power lies.
We forgot our sovreignty,
abdicated our ability to decide for ourselves
We forgot the power of choice,
The power to host or dismiss ideas
Inviting themselves into our lives.
It's time to purge our system
From Ideas of a distant past
That are no longer serving us,
No longer ideal for our present time
Let go of realities that are no longer real.
It's time to embrace new ones, suitable
To bring forth the substance, the essence
Of what our time entails.
It's time to let consciousness prevail.
