Working at the edge of something you don't quite know how to feel.
Knowing that the center cannot hold, the surface tension yields.
Radiating out in waves of certainty, and then it falls apart.
Collapsing back into itself, just one beating heart.
Conflicting signals, an avalanche of noise.
How do we know?
A pointillistic portrait of the world resolves to black and white.
Connecting dots to make some shape out of a starry night.
You understand the world in terms of what you filter out.
The more you encounter certainty, the more you find you doubt.
Yet preconceptions shape everything we see.
How do you know?
When the outside noise is all too much,
Just crashing in your ears
When you can't be sure just where you've been
Or what happened to the years.
All the moments caught in amber drops
Random patterns coming clear,
Leave us straining to hear whispers.
Blocking out the propaganda becomes a daily grind.
Predigested bits of fact sold as eyesight for the blind.
They overlook monstrosities, outraged by petty crimes.
What common lens can we all use to see outside our time?
Do you feel the pull of something, a way outside the maze?
How do you know?
The pull -
It's never ending -
It's undeniable -
A babel
Of labels
All branded
And stranded
The change
It's never ending -
It's undeniable -
How do we know?
When the outside noise is all too much,
Just crashing in your ears
When you can't be sure just where you've been
Or what happened to the years.
All the moments caught in amber drops
Random patterns coming clear,
Leave us straining to hear whispers.