Stoned and the Voices

...Ahh.

(Hey, you shouldn't smoke. It's only common sense.)
Yeah, so is peace, man.

(Hey, you should have peace of mind. Inner command. It's only common sense.)
Yeah, so is the release, man. Rage.

(Hey, you should listen to your parents. They know the score. It's only common sense.)
Yeah, so is living your own life, man.

(Hey, you should hear what God has to say. Listen to Him. It's only common sense.)
Yeah, you mean your one and only true god? Fuck that, man. Gimmicks. Your kind has messed this scene up so bad none of us are going to be saved by whatever higher being is out there.

(Hey, you are but a lonely boy. What gives you the right to dispute that which has been passed on to you?)
Seperation for a reason, perhaps, to seek for myself the wisdom which will enable me to chose the path of a balanced and meaningful life...man.

(You are aware of the consequences then, if you fail?)
Under your law, yeah. But if living under the Buddhist roof is my destination, what difference would it make in the end? Are these gods from various cultures not the representation, however different they may be, of a higher being? What gives you the pious right to declare mortal souls lost for not conceding to your laws?

(You must do what you will, of course.)
Yeah, til the next world then.

...I look forward to the day when I look into the mirror
And find a lined and stone-like face staring back -
To live my remaining life in my shell, ready to face with certainty,
Death,
And whatever I've decided is to come next.