Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
PURITY
When it all began, So very long ago.
I really can't remember,
It was so long ago.
I know I had expectations,
Of floating with the clouds.
And concurring all the obstacles,
Which would slow a good man down.
But it didn't matter to me,
If it took a hundred years.
I'd find the way, to the dragons lair,
And taste the nectar wealth.
A cheerful thought of adolescence,
With no doubt of being true.
It was the way that things should be,
And I was the one,
Who could make it all come true.
A millionaire by forty,
That was the American dream.
It was entitled to one and all,
Which no one could deny.
It seemed so simple, and foolproof,
I knew it was for me.
I wasn't like the others,
I was different, and they knew it too.
But they saw me as an odd ball,
I didn't play by their rules.
They knew that greatness, was their destiny,
They said it was in their blood.
But I was just a peasant,
Destined for labor, and pain.
They didn't see the artist,
Who had a date with fame.
So I knew they would be,
Quite ignorant,
Of my plans to go beyond.
Beyond the realm of their bigotry,
To a place that couldn't be explained.
But dreams are shattered by terror,
When life is fully explained,
And the grasp of it all,
Comes to plain sight,
And you see, that you have to sell out.
It's not so great to be famous,
When your fame is based on a lie.
But the will of our heart, is eternal,
When creation, is a part of your mind.
The dragon was that which besieged me,
With a delusion that made me blind.
I thought that it was all about money,
And not about opening my mind.
The realm that I sought,
Gave me insight in life,
And understanding that harmony is pure.
And music cannot be commercial,
When it comes From the bottom of your heart,
And the fame of being a super star,
Is an insult to that which is pure.