To surrender is to be blind

Third eye open again,

Mind to body to word to pen.

When can life have meaning for all?

When the face of God removes the black pall.

There’s a black cloud hanging,

and many are blind.

The rot smell is spreading,

the weak are left behind.

Now it’s time to act,

Now it’s time to feel.

Now numbness is a fact,

Now many just spin wheels.

With people going nowhere,

all stay stuck snared.

Waking up is hard,

with consciousness impaired.

But when minds don’t return,

whole civilizations burn.

The third eye must spread light,

And all good men must not sleep but fight.