Conspiracy

Maybe I don't believe it,
as true to my 6th sense
Or maybe I don't wanna live a life so intense
Yet my mental is open, like an ocean of thought
One these agendas are sending shockwaves across

You see..
It's clear to me
I'm bumping feet on the hurdles of conspiracy
Then again, I see, how it has root in reality
I'm part convinced, and half convicted
Wading with a little intrest,
through some social sickness

I'd choose..
A walk in the park, or planting seeds in the garden
To be self immersed and feed a dog that is starving
Pour a strong drink and take a sip in the shade
Rather lay, contemplate, and make art all day

Celebrate the little accomplishments of others
Keep to my business, hobbies and interests
For theres always gonna be an idea to invest
A scheme, or a plot, to affirm or discredit

Yet evil is a real thing, think of child abuse
And people false convicted,
And justice being misused,
And people growing old without an idea of what love is
And poor minded folk, selling thier soul to show biz

I guess I find a learning curve in explaining how I feel..
There are ideas of my own that I limit and conceal
I'd like for good to triumph, and evil be revealed
That apple might be poisoned, yall already know the deal

5G and Cancer, evolution, misconception
Blackface, elite race, what goes on behind the camera
Lucifer, and holy war, ghosts summoned by candel
Acid eats enamel, Bill Gates in a flannel
Vaccines, Psilocybin, and the outcome of the Planet
Shoot...

I mean damn. Theres so many threads I lost count in my head, so my simple plan to understand before going to bed?

Keep my feet straight ahead,
Keep my lamp on a stand,
Although little in my life goes according to plan
I just keep pressing on with a song in my heart
I'll continue to learn, and know I'm playing my part.