Connected To The Source

(Neels Brand)

Forgive me, I went freeflow, limitations of language and such... a little philosohpy... but so much... i don't know how to drscribe it, but we are all connected to the source somehow... I know I sound crazy when I say things like that, but I'd rather that than not say them at all. Also, there's a hitchiker's guide to the galaxy half mentioned, more like a tribute, but I syraight up mentioned a song that I feel a strong connection too, and also a strong connecrion that EVERYBODY should watch that Youtube song: Kriill - My Eyes Will I Ever

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Eternal darkness... it's just a concept The fact that we can all simply talk about it Nagates the premis from no here to there But stilll we feed the beast, cause it's all how we can bear Further down the void negates a basic truth No mattar how far down we go, we'll never hit the bottom boothe We'll just claw, snd we'll slash and we'll tear with something But once that bedrock breaks... there is only nothing Here we go, another fucking contradiction We can name and understand it, but doesn't that mean it's not fiction If abscence of all has a name, that makes it something Hey galaxy-hitchhiker, be careful of the zebra crossing And why can't I express myself, my words pigeonholed Language and lynguistics so old the wildlife past as long ago I'm trying to express myself in a way you'd understand When the only true way would be to be me on a way that actually can We should be coming up with loads of new words every day How come there's no words for how I feel when I want say That the song I am listening to is both transcendant and sad And so beautiful... what is this emotion I just had So what's the fuss, what's it all about You talk, moan, bitch, love, sing, mumble, and shout And why has any of it gotten us, than further into despair Maybe language was created to show how much we care Careful of that last one, its loaded to the max And yet, I fully adnmit, I've give in to trax Like Kriill - Your Eyes Will I Ever... I challange you to take it in and come out the same...you will never!

© Neels Brand 2020

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