Transcendence

By Mac Lancaster

I think of myself back in time

My adolescent grin in withering decline

Wouldn’t want anyone to worry about me

‘Cause when my problem is the fate of the Earth

And its inhabitants who abuse each for mirth

There’s not a single person who could change my perspective

Flash forward about one thing I was right

There’s not a person on this planet with the might

To alter someone’s mind who doesn’t want to change

The only thing I can control is my self

No matter the internal hell where I dwell

Was living in a self-induced jail cell

III

The trick is to get out of your head

Quit simmering in silence wishing you were dead

Open your eyes, be mindful of the trees

Enamored with the sound of the buzzing bees

You wouldn’t judge a plant, you’d just observe in awe

Life is beating down your door, so answer the call

Partaking in the beautiful of it all

While wonders of nature extract the thoughts purely,

They still exist so look deeper and you’ll see clearly

I’m not alone, the red pill’s path isn’t easy

Remember it’s not humans it’s their ideology

Look to the roots to see why the plant is black,

On this pale blue dot there is just one fact

All we have is community

Now I see

I don’t have to evade love

Some are devoid

But that’s not what I’m made of

Don’t have to condone, but they can’t drag me down

Channeling agape is the way around

After years of existential dread

I’m physically exhausted, I feel broken in my head

I never thought I’d see the light out,

When you’re at the bottom everything is doubt

‘Cause growing up all you hear is

We’re killing off the polar bears, trying to make progress,

Walmart’s selling guns that killed 17 kids, what the fuck am I supposed to make of all of this?

It’s a messed up system to live in,

When neoliberal fascists pretend that they’re fixing

The problems they’ve created 90 years ago,

How can we expect to ever overthrow?

This world of tyranny that acts like it’s freedom,

I might not get shot for this song, but blacks do without reason,

I’m looking at the big picture overwhelmed and unmindful,

My unembraced anger again booms like a rifle

VII

Now I see

I don’t have to evade love

Some are devoid

But that’s not what I’m made of

Don’t have to condone, but it can’t drag me down

Channeling agape is the way around

Need to express myself the best way I can

Music and art is the way to take a stand

Living through my passions makes the clouds clear away

I realize life is a game I’m lucky to play

VIII

A never ending cycle of thought

Life takes you to places that you wouldn’t have sought

Be here now, don’t forget the hallowed words you were taught

Stand for each other in this world of rot

And just because you fall into old thought patterns

Doesn’t mean you’ve failed life, just heal the inner hurt

Give yourself a break, you’re doing just fine

Enjoy the matrix before you run out of time