Tread water

A form of escapism.



When your chained up against your will
or locked away in a dungeon, every part of your being is dreaming of breaking free.
As the days pass by one krafts their own particular way to escape.

Now if the way of escape seems to be neigh impossible, what is it we all do?
We fantasise our escape route, we may still be being held against our will, but we never let go of our innate need to be free. To fantasize is fine on a temporal basis, but on the other hand, it can stand in the way of the real work. The real work, of course, is cutting through the bull we have been fed. That which stands in the way.

That which is free from an imposed reality that just doesn't fit with the way we feel we like to live.To do so would be to surrender yourself to the desires of the jailer.If that surrender is complete our fate has been sealed. Until one day
we reawaken to the lies and ties we live in.

This view is not directly a fight against our jailers, because that will never set us free.
It's about us deciding and not being misled by the jailers.It's about being aware of the world we have fallen
prisoner to. Once we are clear about the trap we have fallen in to, we will be able to bend the bars, step through a wall and walk on water.

Somewhere sometime dancing around the Maypole eliberocelta

We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman

A-Ville

Put on your walking boots and put one foot in front of the other.
You may be surprised at where you collapse.

Giant steps we take walking on the moon, I hope my legs dont brake walking on the moon a reply to: skunkape23

a reply to: skunkape23

These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do.
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

a reply to: skunkape23

Since you've abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won't you pick the pieces up
'Cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass