Timing is everything. Supposedly so .
Why do I find it difficult to just let go
Finding something, just for you
Knowing that it will come, you don’t know who
Following a truth, that many have lead before
Being present in the moment, persevering the bore
Know that it is right
Know that it is proven
Stick tight to the plan
Before you go cruisin
What I can not see
I am limited by
So I have to trust what is there
Even when it goes awry
Fallen Angels
Naked Saints
Glowing Porsches
Glamour it paints
Tragedy is comedy
Comedy is dramady
Paradoxal shift in conciousness
Prosthetic harmony
Something really so much more
Simple as walking, through a door
Pass through the post, say’s it’s word,
Through another dimension, how fucking absurd
I’ve heard crazier things
I have to admit
I’ve even sacrificed a chicken,
If you believe that shit.
42 letters
72 names
destroying ego’s
crazy mindgames.
It’s nuts though
You laugh and kackle
You’ve read it all
And you think its debacle
But the truth is
This shit works
I know first hand, with all it’s quirks
Had I chosen another direction
I wouldn’t be here, as I formentioned.
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