Some hundred thousand years have
pa**ed since ancient sapient
brain began to shed its tight
corset just ruled by instinct and reflex
to poach inside its inborn paradise - the playground of creation
Digging tunnels and cutting lanes into the thicket of our brains
to trace causality - the seed once grown as fast as weed
securing human kind advantage to survive - the fight of evolution
And by rage - of natural selection - driven by fate - challenging the world
came about what made the human mind believe in
the chosen ones – equipped to k** and to create
But thin - the line between the vague subconscious currents
in the ocean of our mind and the reality we feel
Whenever we're so sure to follow a clear marked and secure path
cheated by force – the tide of moving emotion - a game of thought
irrational congestion of our soul
But then it seems – that slight imperfection attracts us fine
as if we shall return inside and close in the cycle ahead of time
into the primordial ocean of our dreams
Essentially human - in all we feel and love
that rhyme and timing echo in our hearts
a feeling for regular steps off he path – reflected in our culture and arts
From microspace of unclear coherence - evolving fast
once just a spark now gaining complexity and spreading past
far beyond perceptive memory
Essentially human - in all we feel and love
that rhyme and timing echo in our hearts
a feeling for regular steps off he path – reflected in our culture and arts
And now along our street of dreams
we're tracing - following subconscious schemes
see moving searchlight beams
Along the narrow line between
all reason and emotion we shall see
all human wit and feel