Red Pilled

Shift your mind, for your eyes will follow,

Turn your eyes inward,

Your mind will follow,

Is this not a recipe for a perfect disaster?

Sometimes I almost convince myself,

That true beauty happens only at night

That true beauty may not always be light,

But be it what it might,

With this view,

You can have all the sights,

And they’re all just about right

It’s not put on price yet,

I should hope it never is,

Because I guess if everyone sees,

I reckon,

After our promised lifetimes,

It’s value will decay

So I guess everything’s in its right array

But for those who care to do it,

Spur it as you must,

Do it when the world’s souls are at sound lush,

Do it only at the sound of a pin’s graceful drop

For the world’s doom has the scarred filled with distrust

And you must embody truth,

As truth is trust.

On any day,

Turn your mind up to the skies sway

For then you’ll reckon,

And ultimately realize,

That there is in fact, a price you pay

For the view,

For the cloud’s eccentric sway,

Romantic, honeymooning bluebirds,

And behold,

The prettiest skies on the worst day.