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Nez: "Count it and start it, David" |
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David Briggs: "1 - 2 - 3 - 4..." |
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Carlos slammed his foot down |
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Hard upon the pavement |
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And watched his daydream die |
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Too much had been expected |
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From the games that he was playing |
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Too much of what he said |
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Had been a lie |
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So now the bitter anguish |
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Delivered him to sadness |
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Too well he knew the meaning of despair |
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But this time something happened |
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And he saw his own dilemma |
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As the product of his unconfronted fears |
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For years now he had felt like |
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A cork upon the ocean |
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And injustice was the wind that blew him ill |
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But he began to feel the power |
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Of his own enlightened thinking |
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Real power, on beyond his human will |
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No, it did not come at once |
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It unfolded to him slowly |
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And the next few months |
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Were crowded with ideas |
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Ideas that weren't reactive |
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Ideas that were brand new |
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And unopposed they conquered each new fear |
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Well, Carlos found that consciousness |
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Would unfold upon its own |
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When lifted out of selfish, mean desires |
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And expose things unsuspected |
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That were hidden in the throes |
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Of jealousy and stupid mortal lies |
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Well, it came in bits and pieces |
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But it came without a doubt |
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And it came because his pit of gloom |
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Left him no other action |
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But to open up his thinking |
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And to find within his heart |
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The other room |
