Two Weeks

It's been two weeks since you've gotten a hold of me.

Meditation is lazy.
Got a problem, embrace it.
Take the issue at hand a face it,
take it head on like a man.
Got a grudge, let it show.
Bring your ego in tow.
Put your foot down, take your final stand.

There's a kid on the corner.
Sell your soul for a quarter.
Go ahead, why not let it consume you?
We're just dead weight, anyway.
Open up, let it in.
We're all drowning in sin.
Eat your heart out, flush the pain away.

And it's been two weeks since you've gotten a hold of me.
With my eyes wide, my body aches as they take control, I'm a pawn locked in their game.
Is it too late to toss this tome back in the lake?
Still I sift through its pages with foul illustrations, and summon its evils with dark incantations.
Your lust and your greed, let it out, let it feed.
Still I can't understand what you mean when you say "meditation is lazy."

Got a problem? Erase it.
Take the issue at hand and chase it from the confines of your mind.
Got a grudge? Let it go.
That was so long ago.
Put your guard down, I'll repay in kind.

And it's been two weeks since you've gotten a hold of me.