It's Nobody's Fault

I like how music and culture overlap I love how movies and reality mesh Thirty frames a second, and holographs are king In the cubist world of the eleven dimensions It's nobody's fault. I like how senses and minds reflect The outer environments subtle cues Ink blots and symbol cards give themselves away There are no secrets in the subconscious collective It's nobody's fault. I enjoy that the inner man is pure freedom Formed into a sacred fountain of living flame Self renewing and bright as a welders torch When treasure's hid, no fools may conquer it It's nobody's fault.