We as a race now we have a tendency,
we have an instinct,
a drive, a desire,
To preserve a legacy,
to give it all meaning arbitrarily.
In the beginning, we didn’t have
economics, or politics,
Art or literature,
we were cavemen scraping by.
Fear, that eternal tyrant
it pushes us to improve
to comfort, make easy, efficient
We built organizations and bureaucracy
to give us a better legacy.
What we need to remember though
Is this all just imaginary
Our legacy has created arrogance
over things that don’t exist.
Money, laws, intangible things.
We need to remember this is all a story
A book with a beginning and end
Made by the imagination,
To make things interesting,
To make things enjoyable.
Now however it seems
these institutions, these fairy tales
they betray us, dreams
turned to nightmares,
Keeping us awake at night.
Our imagination’s been stunted
perverted by men who think its real
That the creation is better
than creation itself.
Or maybe they don’t know how to create?
It’s a stigma,
that there’s this everlasting dogma
of the “real world” and “growing up”
but they don’t understand.
We left the “real world”
when we left our caves
We seem to forget that it’s not
The laws of man that run the universe,
but the laws of nature acting through us.