Beginning at the End

Can you hear that? I bet you can but are you listenin? 
The universe is silently seducing your subconscious into submission. 
Like a road map with way points to your purpose and your life's direction.

It's a sound you can't hear but you can feel in your bones. 
Like an unrecorded decibel level echoing through a gaping hole. 
Reaching into your mind through a back door that leads to your soul.

An intangible cable pulling you towards version two point oh,
It's gravity is light and consistent; it guides your highs and lows. 
The subtle hints say the longer you hold on, the harder it is to let go. 

You either give in and listen now or suffer the consequences. 
Don't look at your future when you're there, with rose colored lenses. 
Ignorance of the inaudible noise does nothing but dull your senses.

Before you know it, you'll be contemplating your mid-life,
And those childhood traumas that bled into your adult life,
Will have you bleeding on someone you care about that isn't holding a knife. 

But how can you hear something that doesn't make a sound?
By searching for your authentic self and keeping ten toes down. 
And recognizing that everything is temporary when you're above ground. 

So do the world a solid and stop seeking external validation,
Be your own hero, your own savior; create your own salvation. 
You can change if you listen, but it means nothing without action.