The Escape, The Journey: The Contemplation

The untouchable has never been seen
The equilibrium has never been dreamed
But stand back cause reality has more up its sleeves, it heaves
Away at the people thinking more at the temple
A sample, that you could never taste because your taste says no
But you on the other hand, just go with the flow
You try to fight it and rewrite it
You try to light it then recite it
But all you burn is your time, a theory in your mind
Made an illusion by those who see dillusions
The ear is just a minstrel, where is the song?
Another illusion, that it was discovered, is wrong
I love the psychology that makes up our psychos
Even though they might be real, going through the cycle
Before reaching "Nirvana" and seeing more in a banana
Than people could understand a song about a banana
We peel on the life before we screech at the lights
A man using a pencil is not a man who writes
Cause a pen signifies that you're a sure-shot writer
I speak in perfect darkness wishing I could be brighter
But what I say is philosophical and not provable
So take another from a child without a hit
What would the world be if a man couldn't spit?