Purposely wandering, within as so much
beauty and love, romance and fame
There is no more time for hate, ignorance and vain.
As we are nearing the arc, we'll be asked to give way
To a notion of forbearance, in a motion to pray.
What matters once, is given it's rest
We are moving toward, a conscious advance
It's our choice, to go with the flow,
Or to hold on for dear life, and everything we know
The ladder of which, will only cause pain
Perhaps our demise, our corrupted brain.
But, that second you release
All that you claim you need
You give way to the flow
of abundance, not greed,
Let the light take you, through rise and fall
You are insured with conviction, that you will rise above
To gather amongst other men
Whose only agenda is love.
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