Nez: "Count it and start it, David" David Briggs: "1 - 2 - 3 - 4..."
Carlos slammed his foot down Hard upon the pavement And watched his daydream die Too much had been expected From the games that he was playing Too much of what he said Had been a lie So now the bitter anguish Delivered him to sadness Too well he knew the meaning of despair But this time something happened And he saw his own dilemma As the product of his unconfronted fears
For years now he had felt like A cork upon the ocean And injustice was the wind that blew him ill But he began to feel the power Of his own enlightened thinking Real power, on beyond his human will
No, it did not come at once It unfolded to him slowly And the next few months Were crowded with ideas Ideas that weren't reactive Ideas that were brand new And unopposed they conquered each new fear
Well, Carlos found that consciousness Would unfold upon its own When lifted out of selfish, mean desires And expose things unsuspected That were hidden in the throes Of jealousy and stupid mortal lies
Well, it came in bits and pieces But it came without a doubt And it came because his pit of gloom Left him no other action But to open up his thinking And to find within his heart The other room