on the Red Line seems antithetical
answer me this, do you expect to find
the wisdom you seek under a torii
the vicinity seems right but a lie
attached to objects categorical
in an instant to awaken to mind
nothing without perfect understanding
enlightenment doesn't come cheap, the sky
needs to be replaced, that's a lot of paint
leave the clouds alone, people like them white
ideology becomes a complaint
given notions of purity and light
however, no one can stop the branding
transcend reality on the Red Line
even if it cannot be done, just try
nothing but emptiness and wisdom true
maybe not here, tingles up your straight spine
even such sensory responses speak
nothing for satori, I sit and cry
trying to make sense of a world so blue
sorrow and suffering help me reflect
as people appear ignorant and weak
transcend reality, the help you need
obey the rules of physics, get on, sit
realize their anger, hatred and greed
involve the conditions, create a pit
of despair and delusion, to detect
nothingness beyond the self, the story
transcend reality, seek no-glory
how elusive is the mirror of mind
even if one word slips out this I find
Restlessness in others creates small waves
ever still as a placid lake, a stone
drops to create ripples, pass all the graves
Literally, the dead offer a bone
if this is not humorous, leave aside
nothing but pain and suffering, gory
each cemetery we pass, there, my bride
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