I follow you, my Buddha in the being, born to fame and luxury, subject to loss and tragedy. You lead a life of example,
of peace and patience. I judge you by what is done, not by what you say, though such few words have meaning
Better a good man Rather than one who is great I can follow you
I wish we could agree. Our difference of opinion enflames the things unsaid. So we skirt around the issue whilst I remained perplexed: Whatever happened to your
rebellious youth? And why am I the radical?
Brainwashed opinion Open mindedness thrown out Worn out paradigm
The 60s came and they declared You dead.
For a time many might have believed it.
But events transpiring ever since
have only convinced me that You are —
and always will be —
that still small voice inside.
Peace and love have gone
Division has gone viral
So I turn to You
The tension is palpable. We stand at the crossroads. It is clear which road we should take, yet ultimately it’s our choice. Let’s not pretend we don’t know but don’t let me be the one who said: “I told you so.”
Now at breaking point Desperate actors go rogue Pray deliverance
We found cameras in the rubble of abandoned buildings and started shooting. We lived in ways which never matched those plush surroundings, demolished before our eyes to make way for the steel and glass – an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.
Tell me what is real Our amnesia is profound Wake up to the dream