Write, Left, Right
You’d think we would’ve learned by now.
Seems like the message still hasn’t been sent in the right direction.
Misguided by the waves, trapped inside the same bottle for decades.
Excuse me, while I attempt to fish this message out of the melted sand,
that’s been floating, on your mind for a while now.
This message. That hasn’t been sent in the right direction.
Hopefully, next time they’ll send it left, towards the point I’m trying to get to here.
Written with invisible ink. Written on intangible paper. My point is interchangeable.
It’s the thought that counts, on one hand how many times they’ve misled us.
Searching for all the right answers, ending up with only questions left.
Because we still haven’t learned the common factor yet, simplicity…
Is key to where I’m going now, use it to unlock this repetitive history…lesson.
We have to learn these lessons, and understand they aren’t always written.
Or laid out on the dining room table for us to devour with our forks and knives.
This is real life. You’d think we would’ve learned by now.
To right our wrongs, and write our wrongs so we can learn from them.
To question those directions that were given to us from the very start,
and make our own distinctions between...
The lines of this intangible piece of paper, written on with invisible ink,
sealed up in a bottle made of melted sand, and sent out with purpose
into the sea.