Dis-orient: Turned away from the East

Coldcut & Saul Williams - Mr Nichols (daily conspiracy post of today)

please mr nichols
come back inside the window
i can't promise you anything but i trust there's far greater reason to live

i know you've become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs
your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you

the man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates
the impression what is this world coming to?

what is the profit margin when you're forced to pander to the monetarised
where's the glory you dreamt of as a child
dressed as a cowboy
your playgun pointed at real targets

and your mother holding your tongue as your father consoles you with the words
it's just boys stuff
well...

you joined his fraternity
you grew into his old suits
you acquired his beliefs
you embodied his dreams and
lived in his oversights

how long did you think it would last?
it's just a matter of time
the world is far from over

your mother outlives your father
your sister outlives your brother
and if you jump from this window today
she'll also outlive you
look at her sitting in her midwestern home
tuned into oprah once again
today she learns to meditate on a second hand couch

meanwhile you stand outside this window twelve stories above the ground
one story remaining untold...

you contemplate the setting sun
i'm aware of your disorientation
dis-orient: turned away from the east

the shifting current seems to conspire against you
mr nichols you fail to see that you've always stood outside of this window
perched on the threshold of oblivion
countless man made stories above the truth
for so long you stood facing the setting sun
mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong
good or evil
god or devil

mr nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your uprise
why not just turn around?
lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun
know the energies swirling from the center
how it illumines us all
and only the birds fly first class

there is your inheritance: the warmth of a kiss
invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery
allow her breath to seep into your lungs
surrender to her touch and guidance
there's no other way

your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
while your family continues its search for understanding
and your daughters outlive your sons...