My third eye sees what I do not perceive
It hints at things I do not comprehend
It creates a mystical pattern of thought
In which every possible thing is sought
It penetrates the surface of the unknown
To delve into the depths of the seldom sewn
Longing to live free from human nature
To become one with mother nature
How can this third eye be so in tune
With what we know yet seldom do
Why do we need to be told not to kill
How can this world be so utterly ill
It’s all right there in obvious sight
Just stop the killings, wars and all the fights