"Conditions" by Eric Wayne Flynn
At the earliest stage
Born unto fear; the unknown
Anew to this familiar experience
Welcoming; adjusting in tone
And man; it is all out in front of you
The scope, so large
Baffled by sheer possibility
Wonder... what a wonder it is that awaits
This package, this gift, this curse, this test, this life
Balancing temptation and salvation
Questioning authority as we try our damnedest to live without fault or guilt
Stumbling as we fall in love with goodness
For we believe we know what that just may be
The perception; maybe there is more to it than that in which we see, touch, smell, hear or taste
A sense of soul?
If lost, then it can be found
For if lost, then it once exist
Hope lay somewhere, outside the landscape
Outside the realm of possibilities
Where there can only be one
Truth; for all involved........
In this search, we, put to rest
In this search, we, with thoughts of a noble quest.......
And we feast, and we fight, and we devour, and we lie, and we kill, and we f**k and leave what lay there after, all of it to waste
All due to conditioning, this depraved, base, conditioning, this subversive, grinning, conditioning, this ignorant conditioning....
Shouting and rejoicing aloud....whispering evils, as we fall in love with goodness