The Lines have Blurred

The Blurs have Lines

And somewhere therein

Lies Life.

Boundaries, Rules, Grays, Rights.

It’s all a bit Black but White

Hell yeah, that’s Heaven I see

In every single moral victory

But then I see, And I see again

The Moral seems a-moral from Here

But Here is Here

And When I am There

I am Me and I am Me Again

The Lines have Blurred

The Blurs have Lines

And somewhere therein

Lies Life.

The Social is a Social Net

And I well know what’s in a Net

Structure, Habit, Drill, and Norm

Leaders, Bosses, Gurus and All

Active, Passive, Real Deals

They all want a piece of Real Steel

Hard of Soft, whatever the stance

The focus is on this One Land.

They Cut It, Tie It, Tear It Up

In whatever Guise, in whatever Form

Government, Orders Chaotic push

Protest, Activism, Someotheritism

It’s One and the Same Whoever Preaches.

They All figure we need the preaching

They plead, push, shove and grovel

The end goal is to guilt Us into Submission

The Lines have Blurred

The Blurs have Lines

And somewhere therein

Lies Life.

I Live, I Wake, I Dream, I Sleep

What They Want is I Work, I Work,

I Live, I Live, I say Yes, I Leave

The Good Is Good

The Good Is Bad

The Left Is Right

And The Right Is Bad

The Bad Is White

And The White Is Black

The Lines have Blurred

The Blurs have Lines

And Therein Somewhere

I Must Find Life

And Therein Somewhere

I Must Find Life

And Therein Somewhere

I Must Find Life