The Path of Destiny's Child
(Why Must I Think?)
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Chorus:
Why must I think about any tomorrow?
Why can’t I just be here now?
If I stopped thinking of any tomorrow,
then I’d have no fear or doubt
Isn’t each day, sufficient for living?
Isn’t one moment enough at a time?
Aren’t my needs all met in this moment?
The wolf in the sheepfold is only my mind:
fussing and fretting, creating a storm
the rabbit who’s never on time—
wailing and weeping, disturbed and distressed
the snake in the garden—based on illusion
the source of vexation—is all in my mind
Who’s in control here? Who wrote the script?
‘Free will’ would be anarchy rampant—
What is the meaning of ‘Life’ as we know it?
Aren’t I more than a bird or a bee?
(who live in a more civilized way than me)
Don’t I create my re-al-i-ty?
These questions are all ego-driven
The myths we’ve created, religions we’ve birthed—
the wars that are all based on ‘God’
What’s ‘right’ and what’s ‘wrong’
the weak and the strong
are shadows / not substance at all—
The fall’s the descent of a circular motion
that reaches once more the Sublime,
it seems like a function of Time—
but it’s all a chimera of mind
We’re all Plato’s shadows, thinking we’re Real
Don’t we feel? Can’t we act and reason?
To think that we’re puppets and not in control
is a posture more heinous than treason
But Life’s the Illusion
we’re just playing roles
we have fifteen minutes of fame—
then we’re gone
And all that remains is the Game being Played
over and over
over and over
over and over, again
(Chorus)
Why must I think about any tomorrow?
Why can’t I just be here now?
If I stopped thinking of any tomorrow,
then I’d have no fear or doubt—
All my problems would be gone
and I could mosey on—
down the Path of Destiny’s child