knotted delusion

No one else can tell you the rhythm of your heart beat or how it feels when you are true and real, compared to when you lie and steal. Hiding behind walls, looking for answers in a society where we are numbers, numbers, numbers, unjust and unfair being judged by knots in hair. Being judged by color of skin, cuts, and scars, when we are all here living, among the stars in skin. This skin covers us like an animals fur. This skin we all have. Embody a path with heart, a path that's smart, knowing nothing together can be far apart. Apart appears only by delusion and fear and this fogged mind wants to be clear. Listen to the rhythm of your heart, that sits in your skin, covered with cuts and scars, knowing that we all sit under the same stars. Listen to the rhythm of your heart when it speaks true and real, knowing the number is a number, number is a label, a story, a fiction, a fabel. We are more!