The Escape-ologist

Envy simplicity,

Wonder how this begun?

Want to go back chronologically

To when we worshiped the sun

Embrace equilibrium?

A purer perspective of love

Forgotten our origins?

And how to be at one

With our planet,

To much pressure, impossible to manage

Short term pleasure, emotionally unbalanced

False palace, sip from the poisonous chalice

Good luck in these rapids

Encouraged bad habits, an ocean in which to drown

Reality a doubt

Shrouded by a storm cloud, all consuming

What’s it mean to exist?

An illusion

Symbiosis with the earth separates us from our ego

Really what do we know, need to keep ish eco

There’s beauty in limitation,

We’re only kept apart by 6 degrees of separation

Life rotation, rely on the solar

Daily cycles, clock ticks over

The most delicate balance,

Remarkable, following no pattern

Pre-chorus:

I ponder if a planet in this universe has ever given an organism enough

time

To evolve beyond comprehension immersed in the essence shaping

expression to escape its own demise

I assimilate how we literally living on a miracle, yet everyday there’s a

struggle to survive

Conflicted on how society favours the individual, and the fact that we are

running out of time

Infinite capability, life found a way

Is someone staring back, through the vast vacuum of space

Who spun the cosmic web, created this place

Maybe footsteps are being traced

From an ancient culture or foreign being

Billions of years have passed, insignificance is freeing

Ambiguous perception, of a poetic novelist

Call me the escape-ologist

(Begun)

(Sun)

(Love)

Envy simplicity,

Wonder how this begun?

Want to go back chronologically

To when we worshiped the sun

Embrace equilibrium?

A purer perspective of love

Forgotten our origins?

And how to be at one

Pre-chorus:

I ponder if a planet in this universe has ever given an organism enough

time

To evolve beyond comprehension immersed in the essence shaping

expression to escape its own demise

I assimilate how we literally living on a miracle, yet everyday there’s a

struggle to survive

Conflicted on how society favours the individual, and the fact that we are

running out of time

Infinite capability, life found a way

Is someone staring back, through the vast vacuum of space

Who spun the cosmic web, created this place

Maybe footsteps are being traced

From an ancient culture or foreign being

Billions of years have passed, insignificance is freeing

Ambiguous perception, of a poetic novelist

Call me the escape-ologist