Conflicted
Conflicted…
Standing by a well paved road
And an uncharted mountain
The road is quick and easy, just gotta pay the toll and move the fuck on
Though the toll buys bullets and the road is strewn in waste
Whilst chained souls float by in expendable skeletons
The mount looks like Everest but there’s clean air at the top
And a view to die for…
Everything has a home on the mountain
The birds, the trees, the rocks & the bees
The mountain takes care of itself
While the road just takes care of its wealth
Though the road is much safer it seems.
As the tollkeeper lurks close, outside of the greens
He speaks with all regarding your means
Of which he’s aware, his share
Of your beans
He speaks of his service to the weak and the nervous
Yet he lives in no shack and for good friends he splurges
The ones that keep the road operating
Those that keep lifeblood flowing to your nearby station
And he sits there awaitin’
With infinite patience
So how can I go from the road to the mountain?
For the toll still buys blood that spills like a fountain
again, for this reason, I seek this mountain
For the mountain holds health
Whilst the road does wealth
And only one of these I sigh, applies to the self
So I sat here conflicted, as the whole universe shifted
-Joel Van Dijk
