Reality

I turned on the news this past evening
I picked up a phone in my hand
Holding on, it just feels wrong
Giving away my time
Crossing over the threshold of my life

Black-and-white is all I can see
Even though there's more to reality
Clinging to my stack of ones - changing all the time
Tomorrow is still calling on the line

Well I ain't ruled, I only rule myself
Such freedom in a state of awareness
As the good people wander astray, captured in a daze
I turn out to you and I say I'm leaving

I put down the phone, stowed away
And I pass by the things that failed me best
Packing away the old, torn story - serving me next to none
I'm going out in search to find the sun
Join with me



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Gorman
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