Freedom

Hear a voice, lost in the seamless void of the night,

Fading into the melee of white noise,

Here in the city where no one hears,

It's just a point of view

Like a radio blasting your image to pieces each time you tune in;

Fear that it all will have changed, that you've turned somehow

Strange in the night. Strange in the night.

   Can it be this way?

   How in the world did we get lost in this maze

   Of image and dreams of profit?

   Feel all of the workings

   Going round till they catch you

   And shift you into gear again.

Come alive, maybe it's not too late for a try,

Rushing into the melee of white noise,

Crushed by the city where each one lives

Clutching their point of view,

Like a cherished possession that none will surrender until it's torn out.

Fear that to see it will change it, then everything strange will come out;

Strange will win out.

   Must it be this way?

   How in the world did we get lost in this maze

   Of image and dreams of profit?

   Feel something beyond you

   And you might catch a glimpse

   Of a world far different than this.

   Must this be the way?

   How can you wonder when you're looking

   At nothing and seeing just yourself?

   Feel all your illusions fading,

   Just turn around and discover

   All that you see then.

   Can this be the way?

 

      -Rob Glaser

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