Dust, Grains. Mud, Cloudy Stream

Observe and look from deep inside the pupil lens;
Nothingness transcends the brain but stillness.
Weep on the grains that fly through the air,
The sand which is what we are when we live.

Head- matter delivers messages to bones' muscles,
We are not what we think but earthly surroundings.
Rivers and streams are only our tears funding life;
- A deposit forever spent

Give us soap to wash away sins, contained in too few bins;
Do you not understand we are absent from a plan
Fate is rife, a road to death. We are scared of what?
- All eyes show we are all God.

Take the trip underneath the surface placed;
Put there by nothing where no- one is something,
To reproduce and to plan and pray
Putting Perspex covers on the truth.

All ignore the fact of the unknown
Understanding what may exist, may not be understood,
Otherwise what occurs is avoidance of the eyes
- Opening up a web of deceit and lies.