Define Define

You can try to define me
But the only who knows me is me
So before you define me
Define Define

Do you still think you know what’s going on in my mind
I don’t think this world is fine
I don’t pretend like this is something it’s not
A beautiful world
No specs, no dots

Because I tell it how it is
You just tell it how it might be
Two points for honesty
I feel like I'm shooting at the foul line
but time doesn't stop ticking
[Clock beats constant, but always feels too fast]

and
It’s a fine line between your world and mine
But that fine line might not be so fine
Because all this meaning you assign
Is the perfect design for our decline

I can't change you

Now I used to whine
But the die has been cast
I was born into the malign
Or are we all benign?
One things for sure
We are all one of a kind

But we are all the same
We intertwine logic and emotion
We find our own balance

And
How you feel
That isn’t always how it is
what you see is real
So
you think

Hundred years ago
There was no automobile
Millenia before that
There wasn’t even a wheel

Some things we can’t comprehend
We have to play stupid
We think love is unique
With our very own cupid

You can try to define me
But the only who knows me is me
So before you define me
Define Define
Can you do it
Define Define
Make the most of it
Define Define
Can you give meaning to anything
Define Define
Can you give reason to anything?
Define Define
Could I?
Should I?
Would you?
Why?

Do you know?

Will the idea of you disappear
Is that time near
A feeling
That I thought I would fear

The image is no longer clear

This life's a blur
I don't know if others concur
But it's hard to be sure
I know that
I will always endure
But as I mature
Meaning Becomes Obscure

In this skin
I am secure
but in this
life tour
its hard
to remain pure

(You can)
Try to shut yourself out
But someone
will knock on your door

Do you know what you stand for?
(And do you know)
What lies inside your core?

Do we do it for the Glor....
E-E-E...
Eventually my life will be gone
Hopefully this will all make sense
When I look into the eyes of my son

But for now
I'm just going to have fun

Try not
To get to blinded by the mon..
E-E-
Cause E...
Eventually this will all be gone

I Live in my Mind, I read and I rhyme

I live in my mind
I read and I rhyme
for a short time
I
get out-of-my mind

And into my life
Forget all this strife
I’m living right now
I don’t need a wife

Expectation
Temptation
Sensation
Realization

I’ve seen what I want
And I’d want what I see
But can’t get what I see
We want what we want

The sensation may not be
all I thought it would be

Realization
I live in this nation
A material creation

Fueled by Discrimination
Loss of Appreciation
Focus on compensation
Constant acceleration
Minimal Relaxation
Lack of cooperation

We all have this imagination
And we see our interpretation (of)
Quest for upward mobilization
What causes determination
and

Up and Up we go
Where we stop
Nobody knows

Friends or Foes, Highs and Lows

Shoulda
Coulda
Woulda

Are in our vocabulary
Contrary
All they do is make us wary

Make this world look scary
And become something it’s not

In the grand scheme of things
We’re just a dot
But we still care a lot
We gotta give this our best shot

Old values rot
(maybe more people should try pot)
Do some of our beliefs
Really mean squat?

We all vary
What I see is true to me
And what you see is true to you

We lost touch
With our body, our soul our mind
We all make ourselves believe
That this world is fine

We constantly seek happiness
pleasure,
Leisure,
All at the highest measure

Of course
We deserved it
We worked hard for our shit
I can relax
Maybe
Sit for a bit

Many don’t realize
That the hand that you were dealt
Could be the reasons for the feelings you felt

Probabilities in my favor
Did I get a poverty waiver

Chocolate ice cream with a vanilla wafer
Maybe that’s your favorite flavor
But no
not the best
Our preferences don’t have to pass a test

We can live our life
Obsessed
Impressed
Depressed
Possessed
Life can be a constant contest.

I live in the world of the West
Everything has to make sense
Everything must pass this test

Correlation
 Causation
Causing Nausea

Can (we) confess up
That this quest up
Tends to get messed up
After we dressed up

The world that we see
To become whatever
We want it to be

Your only as free
As your mind makes it out to be