Thoughts of your philosophy,
Reflect a vague reality;
You have been grasping for, grasping for.
Blinded by the ego that’s compelled you.
You’ll never recognize,
The absence of your doubt.
Displace the possession of your prejudgments.
You’re provoking the conflicts that bind us,
Regressing further away.
Peer back, back at the choices you’ve made.
Reveal omissions, engage the aspects left behind.
So, the lucrative stories are what you have sold.
Your schemes will no longer persuade.
Frail words are not withstanding,
This congregation isn’t gullible.
Broke out into commonality,
With intentions of preeminence.
That never meant more to me.
Searching far and wide for some sort of reason;
To believe in your own superficial knowledge.
Your judgment’s clouded by the anger that you create.
Your words mean nothing, just a waste of breath.
Breathe in, breathe in.
It’s all you have left.
