Consciously I believe
Half the world is still asleep,
Not interested in anything
But what they're told
And what to believe.
Why don't they wake up
Are they really happy,
With this life of apathy
And being spoon fed
Life on a spoon instead,
Or finding and discovering,
Answers for themselves.
They've been given life
But are wasting it
Never questioning
What is truth and what are lies,
Why don't they ever realise
They should be doing more with their lives,
Making the most of opportunities
Creating their own beliefs,
Living it in conscious reality,
That is life to me,
Living it to the maximum spiritually.
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