They say orientation is in your genes
Predisposed to procreate.
The human brain trying to make sense
Is what got us into this mess.
Fueled by stress
And the desire to flex.
I work to afford relaxation.
I work to afford the cost of living.
Feed the afflictions I was born with:
Warmth, hunger, and thirst.
Feed the cravings I have learned:
Caffeine, dopamine, and tetrahydrocannabinol.
The question is: Are you moving forward?
The question is: Are we moving sideways?
They say orientation is in your genes
Predisposed to procreate.
The individual trying to influence the mass
Avoid becoming another ring on the saucer.
We deconstruct and sell the hours in our lifetime
We equate a cash value to a construction like time.
Pay off the past,
Work for the present,
Save for the future.
The past is decided,
The present is tangible,
The future is ethereal.
The question is: Has the sequence of events been planned?
The question is: Has one event pushed me to the next?
They say orientation is in your genes
Predisposed to procreate.
The numbers in my head
The sweeping of my eyelids.
Collecting precious memories without being aware
Building important acquaintances one day at a time.
Brushing through imposed path
Crossing the bushes and desire lines.
You can follow me for as long as it works,
But I warn you- I have no idea where I’m going.
You wake up at the same time of day
On a day that will never be the same.
The question is: Does today contain 24 hours or does my life contain 744,600?
The question is: Does today contain a series of molecules, atoms, and waves of light permeating in a unique pattern?