Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides
Based upon what you unconsciously desire
So what you want isn’t what you admire
It’s what you expect based on intrinsical motives inside
And that’s what we all find
Buried deep into the mind, is the sublime
We want to be courted, wine and dined
We are wired to feel important
But then try to act as though we're not as automaton
As we really are, or really aren’t.
In a setting where the pieces can be drawn apart
An operation about what’s deep in our minds, our hearts
Are we really satisfied existing for ourselves?
Of course not, why else capture the selfies of our heads
Can we not fascinate our minds with,
…Something not made from our own kind?
Because in all honesty, that’s what it is
An affinity to transcend, to define beauty with you and me
I’d like someone to argue against me
But when have you taken a picture of true beauty without saying:
“Here, take a picture with ME and this.”
Aren’t we feeling ourselves a little too much?
We pump ourselves up like were so powerful
But put the pressure on and we’ve got no clutch’
But we can still run our mouths, Lemme just say:
Because we can’t perform.
We don’t need to perform.
The things that take effort
We leave it to the minds above the norm
Why do you think we reiterate the past?
I believe it is to make what is here now more relevant
But is the strive for greatness more pertinent
Knowing that we once lived in a cave
Just in case I’m wrong and my perception is erroneous
Make sure you doing your part by not being stagnant
After all, at the end of the day
It’s not what you do, it’s how you be
So how do you be?
Are you going to tell me I’m wrong, or stay perpetrating the fraud?