An Itch on the Mind

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

Well, I’m not really sure or feel secure in making a judgement,
Taking a stand, or claiming a position.
Can’t I just remain in the middle
Like Switzerland, be neutral.
Be a neutron without gang affiliation
Or nationalistic tendencies.
No one gets to choose my identity
Except for me. Except for me,
And all my past unconscious traumas,
Yet unresolved.
We’ve all got issues, some baggage,
But that’s no excuse to allow our governments to go on a rampage,
And drop bombs on civilians.
Gotta pay attention. Gotta pay attention.
Over complicated being human,
And now we’re all so disconnected,
And I’d just like to get back-
Back to when it wasn’t all such doom and dreary
Because all this darkness weighs heavy on the soul;
Makes the people weary.
The masses need some light;
Some celebration that isn’t so hollow and empty
To remind us of communion and community
Regardless of religion, race, or country.
Something, anything that isn’t hallmark or a god damn commercial,
But real, sincere, and honest
For a change.
Real, sincere, honest
For a change.

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

When I start to see
Beyond what stands there
Before you and me,
Between you and I,
And why is there so much space,
Or sometimes hardly enough.
How does one escape this place
Or do we just learn to bury it all and stuff?

What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.

08.06.14