What is the point of living?

i should’ve known x the beginning

desperate to see the good in people

your busy not being born your busy dying

perk of being wallflower x the beginning

i hate summer x riff 14

i tried to end it x dream

blame

chasing happiness x poison tree

love x riff 14

evolve x the beginning

depression can be invisible

i was reckless x poison tree

i was depressed

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Lyrics

Lasered to sense,
Even Sir Rich gets moved
When perusing the world of poetic blues
Where articulated real meets perfection
'Found questionable thought to his atomic interjection

Softly, softly says Professor Neil
Let's take their hands when want meets zeal
Dawkins holds that military mind
New domination for human kind

Only truth,
Call out the lies.
There's enough for our youth in sciences prize
It's poetry this reality
Generalized, it's just wonderfully free

This Plato brain does wander away
I try and imagine all sides of all way
Then we connect with everyone
Changing minds doesn't matter
The door is open

Notes
Richard Dawkins is one of the greatest thinkers of our time and possibly the very best at articulating our reality as he honestly sees it. He fights ignorance with such pure truth I'd be scared to debate him on the spirit world .. But I would love to and I think there's a very real conversation to be had asking him how he fills the gaps in science about consciousness and his dismissal of spiritually and an afterlife given those limited explanations of our conscious world... Dawkins is an evolutionary biologist and a wonderful author.

This song was inspired largely by Dawkins and his want, now to project what he sees as the purest of poetry... The truth about our existence. He is well worth a permanent rabbit hole along with his team mate Professor Neil Di Grasse Tyson an Astrophysicist.

So I guess this song is giving them a hand.

Reality in Poetry

	
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;

While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:

In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,

And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;







Ecclesiastes 12:1-4
King James Bible

musick shall be brought low;

i should’ve known x the beginning

mentally scared

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