Adam Kadmon Body Mass Index

you are more than chemicals
you are more than endless fractals
meek wonders of a wayward sun
you are more than another run
cunning · circular · all precious feats
all those secrets waiting to leak
no wonder
how duped we thought we were
in these realms such things can occur
what if you fail fail to fail
and break right through?
what would you fight?
what would you push against?
what if the struggle did end?
what would become of us then?
i’d rather spend my life banging on a wall
than walk right through an open door
coming full circle on our
hands and feet
all these ends are waiting to meet
if you don’t make it
you can always coast
you never give up the ghost
what if you fail fail to fail
and break right through?
what would you fight?
what would you push against?
what if the struggle did end?
what would become of us then?
i’d rather spend my life banging on a wall
what if you fail fail to fail
you’d walk right through
nothing to fight
nothing to push against
what if the struggle did end?
what would become of us then?
so what’s supposed to be the meaning of it all
if i can walk right through that open door