It's not possible for the wave to find the ocean
No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean
No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean
For the wave is the ocean
I talk lightheartedly but my heart is not always light
I walk by without a fight but it doesn't always feel right
It's strange to me, the need to see light in order to believe in it
Cause physical vision is just the mind's way of perceivin it
If it's not weavin into your retina, don't mean you're not receivin it
If it doesn't mentally manifest, you're just not retrievin it
Funny how in dreams, light switches do not work
And neither does your ability to read the clockwork
Time appears real in the cage of your waking life
But cannot be measured when you go to sleep at night
And light switches do not switch on the light in the room
Do not dispel all your inner sin and gloom
I used to have this recurrin dream about a room
Where the light switch did not switch on the light in the room
Maybe the darkness was the doom, and the light was the saviour
And the light switch was my outwardly controlling behaviour
Which changes nothing within, but seeks to change without
Yet change without cannot come without change within
This explains the dim reactions from a god you see as bein above
Like the light bulb, it is the love
That you seek to receive from the outside world
But all light, all love, from the inside must unfurl
No, it's not possible for the wave to find the ocean
A wave cannot delay the tide of perpetual motion
The moon draws it back and forth with such monastic devotion
That the energy of the sea is catalystic potion
Feeding the spirits of those journeying into themselves
They can hear the sea in the shells
Even if they're miles away from the sea in the hell
Of the jaws of mass productivity that compels them
To destroy their creativity and just weld
One building on top of another, you can smell
The cement as it seals all air from the premises
The unknown outside the walls becomes the nemesis
Yet on the inside, everything perishes
This is meritless
Being trapped on the inside or the outside of the shell
Prevents you from enjoying one and the other as well
So please, when you hear the sound of the sea
Remember that the highest up and deepest down is me
Is you, is she, is he, is what we ultimately be
And that's why the wave is free
Cincinnati rapper Brandon Isaac ups the ante on his excellent new record, combining bars that dig deep with beats that hit hard. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2023