Reborn

Reborn, no memories
They are old as those lies
You were told to believe
Lost in the world of matter
Your spirits a derelict
Like child who is only there for the check

The animation is paper-thin and you are a trace
I am the template. Now you got material to work with
How do you consider change to each circle you enter?
Blind to your limits with your eyes on profits
Attracted to the words of prophets
Whose quotes are the sum of knowledge
How dare you eat and vomit for likes and comments

May I strive for a higher reality?
Orbiting these social scenes is old as
They claim the earth to be
When my soul cease to evolve call me god
That is not coming back
I sit over yonder and strike a match
See the fumes of gasoline on the horizon
It is only another form of destruction
Like water and winds and the reasoning of humans
Appearing at a time predetermined

“Thank you for the thoughts
They are no words to talk
You tell the half-truth based on laws
MY name is OBA”