Life presents itself on a stroll, a wish and a gaze. This binary operation, clear sharp without haze. Left or right, enter and exit. An answer please, focus just a bit. It is near, right there, we share of shift. Everywhere we see, these signs the gift. Wrapped in voice of ribbons and bows. Lotus opened volume up as life flows. Paradigm dictates a truth is free. Slice and a cut the sign I see. Through the streets of distress that are eye-lined this morn. We know it’s true, silent dimension a past that’s torn. Look out for the signs, the posts on the road. Guide us to direction the truth that’s what I was told. Painting read in abstract and gathers no moss. Letting go of fear is a wonderful loss.
Life presents itself on a stroll, a wish and a gaze. This binary operation, clear sharp without haze. Left or right, enter and exit. An answer please, focus just a bit. It is near, right there, we share of shift. Everywhere we see, these signs the gift. Wrapped in voice of ribbons and bows. Lotus opened volume up as life flows. Paradigm dictates a truth is free. Slice and a cut the sign I see. Through the streets of distress that are eye-lined this morn. We know it’s true, silent dimension a past that’s torn. Look out for the signs, the posts on the road. Guide us to direction the truth that’s what I was told. Painting read in abstract and gathers no moss. Letting go of fear is a wonderful loss.