Direct Line To Divine Self
DIRECT LINE TO DIVINE SELF
you've a direct line to god
it's as simple as that
he's listed in your contacts
in another name in fact
source, higher self, imaginary friend
you knew in the beginning and you'll know it at the end
you'll kick yourself a thousand times
when you discover it was true
the lord god almighty, WTF!
was speaking, yes, to you
that gentle yet persistent voice would drive you round the bend
you said “it's spam”, “it's not for me”, a reply you would not send
he told you time and time again
what you were doing wasn't you
sometimes he'd kick you in the balls
and leave you black and blue
but up you'd get and build again your house on grains of sand
and when the wind would blow it down, squat someone else's land
you soldiered on and on and on
but he just wouldn't shut his gob
you did your best to drown him out
but booze just wouldn't do the job
so you spent ten years in the space cadets, and it was really rather fun
but like so many folk before you, flew a little too close to the sun
and then one day you did something
you'd never done before
you lifted up the drawbridge
and bolted shut the door
they tried to call, to interfere, give advice you did not want
but you stood your ground, and turned the dial, to your personal commandant
“now listen here”, you heard him say
“you're there to grow your being
wake-up, remember who you are
and change your way of seeing
to free yourself from density, express yourself and play
we're sculpting you most carefully, so you'll be like me some day”
and that was when you realized
that you too were a central sun
divinity in trainers
with nowhere left to run
a single cell of heaven-sent, nirvana's building block
you'd steered your course, you'd found your way, and all upon this rock
“i'm conscious, present, here and now”
you told everyone you knew
you posted twenty times a day
your fan base slowly grew
“i've a christed state of consciousness”, you just couldn't keep it in
they stamped the papers straightaway, drove you off to the loony bin