Stuck in the Bardo

Today we threw ourselves into the lion's den that we came from whilom
All I feel is an odd sensation of waiting on a liminal state
What we are getting is a golem of shit made from the blunders of past generations
There's no containing the tumultuous spiral we thought was a loop but now we're covered with eyesores

Draw from whatever vein of gold that presents itself and will keep you alive
React beyond the callous mind, we thought that the intolerant had died off years ago
Now you're faced with this irrational life, it's as meaningful as ever but we're stuck in the Bardo

The thought reigns we've gone commercial
Reality is just a TV show
What remains is a turbulent ride
That gets us to the end but we exist in the shadows
The thought reigns we've gone commercial
Reality is just a TV show
What remains is a turbulent ride
That gets us to the end but we exist in the shadows



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Writer(s): Cloud Person
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