We chase certainty Perceive the unknown as alien Instead of handing over control We proceed to mail it in Leave it in the junk bin To prevent latent grief And other brief tensions Encumbrances we meet Should puncture some vents In our bubble, let the air in it Better yet Venturing outside our airless aquarium Our built nest, platos cave Once we're unchained Our behavior then becomes strange To the layman that remain So instead we don't escape And don't let anyone else enter in To shelter our sheltered view True maldevelopment Collective madness Attributes of absolutes Prevent contamination With a polluted vacuum Which is counterintuitive Counteractive to congruity We all pursue to be set free With ambiguity Thinking we can control All variables is hysterical We may not know whats good for us Go with the breeze as it flows.
To Be Frank: 