"Zion"

I meet the twenty three -

Year old me

Basically on the daily

And teach 'em what nobody -

Ever taught me

Listen to the inner

In there, there's a winner

For orders create borders

That create hoarders

That create murderers

Right, Earth is experience

It requires resilience

But how did what started as an excursion

End up becoming an extortion

You're right, it's boring

But where we going

They'll be no fake trees

For we'll eat from a fig tree

Shh.. Silence is a true science

If you look within, there there's guidance

All is energy, indeed even you and me

The infinite, is what I got my eye on

The only shoulder I need to cry on

In fact it's the only thing I rely on

So my inner compass is my "ion"

True identity of the children of Zion.