When you gaze long into a light, the light gazes also into you.
When life has slipped behind this isolation
Cruelty & hatred have become
The cause of those whose eyes are full of wanting
The truth will still abandon none...
So you must carry this light into the darkness
You shall be a star unto the night
You will find hope alive among the hopeless
That is your purpose to this life
I've been told, a while after I picked the name, that "Raza" means "Ray of Light" in some eastern european language; I keep forgetting which. My 'purpose' to life is selfish, though... live for fun, experience, pleasure. It is rational, it is convenient, it is pleasant.
The lips draw words
And hands find actions
Still there is more within one heart
And to the silence, will you answer?
Before the chaos, will you come?
But I know how things could be done. How problems could be fixed, how conflicts could be solved, how 'good' and 'justice' could be defined to function. And those very concepts, damned for the abstraction and self-serving stupidity they're almost always used with, cease necessarily being empty and meaningless. There's no reason to pick them up, mind, but they're there and oh-so-shiny...
Stand up when no one else is willing
Act not in hatred or in spite
There's hateful injustice in this world that no one will stand up to, that no one recognises. That the most vocal proponents of 'righteousness' join in on more fiercely than anyone. But why fight the lost fight when you can sit back, smile wryly at the irony and enjoy yourself in spite of it?
Be to this world as a perfect knight
It's always been a fool's dream. The self-righteous are the greatest hypocrites, the most dedicated the least capable. But the opportunity glares, and wouldn't it be oh-so-beautiful?
I'll never do it, though. Romanticism may shine through on occasion, courage and ability aren't lacking, but sloth conquers eventually and inevitably. For the better, perhaps, but it is sad that I don't seem to truly have the choice.
Cruelty & hatred have become
The cause of those whose eyes are full of wanting
The truth will still abandon none...
So you must carry this light into the darkness
You shall be a star unto the night
You will find hope alive among the hopeless
That is your purpose to this life
I've been told, a while after I picked the name, that "Raza" means "Ray of Light" in some eastern european language; I keep forgetting which. My 'purpose' to life is selfish, though... live for fun, experience, pleasure. It is rational, it is convenient, it is pleasant.
The lips draw words
And hands find actions
Still there is more within one heart
And to the silence, will you answer?
Before the chaos, will you come?
But I know how things could be done. How problems could be fixed, how conflicts could be solved, how 'good' and 'justice' could be defined to function. And those very concepts, damned for the abstraction and self-serving stupidity they're almost always used with, cease necessarily being empty and meaningless. There's no reason to pick them up, mind, but they're there and oh-so-shiny...
Stand up when no one else is willing
Act not in hatred or in spite
There's hateful injustice in this world that no one will stand up to, that no one recognises. That the most vocal proponents of 'righteousness' join in on more fiercely than anyone. But why fight the lost fight when you can sit back, smile wryly at the irony and enjoy yourself in spite of it?
Be to this world as a perfect knight
It's always been a fool's dream. The self-righteous are the greatest hypocrites, the most dedicated the least capable. But the opportunity glares, and wouldn't it be oh-so-beautiful?
I'll never do it, though. Romanticism may shine through on occasion, courage and ability aren't lacking, but sloth conquers eventually and inevitably. For the better, perhaps, but it is sad that I don't seem to truly have the choice.