Like Broken strings from unsprung cords we fade away as rusted swords that know not the blood shed that lies in their use.
Deviating from our dreams to blindly pursue purpose is our greatest ambition and we awake to a life of reason from the day to day heavenly treason and the starvation of our soul's nature.
The conscious sorrow and inward truth will never lift its grasp on your inner self so we resort to spiritual incarceration through intoxication to lighten the burden.
With all the gratification the money can buy we can't seem to attain the simplicity of a good night's rest. So we take medication for the lack of piece of mind because the pieces of our minds are spread in all the places that our hearts need for liberation.