Have you ever had a feeling in life like you were all al-one
Like you were the only one taking up space in your own home
Have you wondered if others have ever had a chance to discover
The feeling of not needing to compare their God-given self to an-other
We didn’t know His plans when He put the blueprint together
We just know that His Love will last b.ond and for-ever
You think I don’t know? You’re wrong.
I can sense you’ve taken advantage of my song.
It’s a gift. Not meant to create rifts.
Thank you for monitoring while my soul floats adrift, in this game of life.
It’s a sea.
Choose to believe, each other.
Do the right thing, use your True intentions;
Be specific when deciding what kinds of things you’d like to mention.
Do you align, and do all of your parts seem to be in order?
Have you taken a look around in your personal, individual quarters-
Before you started dipping all of your hands in others’ arenas?
When you create, in your mind, do you also see hyenas?
Please reconsider, please take a look at your own dial,
Consider how you’ll act when and if presented in a court of trial.
How dreamy that someone might dream of me
And if you do, please tell me what it is that you see
Am I a princess, a teacher, or a big scary stranger
Do I make you feel safe or do I lead you to danger
Are we up in the mountains or floating in the ocean
Do we appear whole or irreparably broken
Do we stray far from home or stay very close
Do you find me appealing or am I quite gross
What part of your dream is real and what part is fake
Is it a fleeting thought or unquestionable fate
Do you wake up in a panic or maybe a sweat
Do you question the content, the players, or depth
Or do you dream of unicorns, your family, your pets
Do you dream of your future and your past regrets
Or are your dreams so very off from including me
By so much that I couldn’t quite possibly see
That you were never even really dreaming at all
And my thoughts got too big to see that they were small
The truth is that I’m the one dreaming awake
And I have to figure out what’s truly at stake
I’m finding it hard to get up off the ground
You’d wonder why I stay lost to get found
Too many things going on in my mind
Covering my eyes to declare that I’m blind
What will make you want to take that crucial turn
To put out the icicles that continue to burn
No sense is made in this place where you are
You’ll look very close but appear very far
It’s an endless glass from which you drink all your thoughts
Don’t be deduced by it being labeled store-bought
Let go of your pride, it’s a thorn in your side
Until then it’s by It that you will have to abide
Get cozy in your sludge and the icky-yucky mess
Why do we keep on having to digress
What is this anger that won’t move on through
I want to slough on spirituality, smoke a joint and subdue
Even when my mind’s off, I don’t feel very good
Wishing that I won’t all whilst wishing that I could
I’ll do myself a favor and admit it’s understood
That there’s powerlessness underneath this old and painted hood
Everyday Awakenings 