We circle the sun
Contracted to be whole here on this blue ball called Earth
It begins at birth
We routine our lives in and out of worry
And complain about problems that are created
Not of the Creator
This illusion we think in to our everyday as real but
We are here so, it feels like something that could break the road to The other side
The pothole paved, fork in the soup
The loop we attempt to stay in is just dеja vu
To think is to pray
Do you trust or just believe?
Thе magic in the skin of black and brown spirits knows of no such thing as sin
It’s just the illusion again
The cycle continues
Breathe
Live
Breathe
Pray
Breathe
Die
Breathe
Grieve
Breathe
Celebrate life again
I know. It isn’t easy but it isn’t hard
Find your way, a way
The way in this illusion of life
Think... Like God
Contracted to be whole here on this blue ball called Earth
It begins at birth
We routine our lives in and out of worry
And complain about problems that are created
Not of the Creator
This illusion we think in to our everyday as real but
We are here so, it feels like something that could break the road to The other side
The pothole paved, fork in the soup
The loop we attempt to stay in is just dеja vu
To think is to pray
Do you trust or just believe?
Thе magic in the skin of black and brown spirits knows of no such thing as sin
It’s just the illusion again
The cycle continues
Breathe
Live
Breathe
Pray
Breathe
Die
Breathe
Grieve
Breathe
Celebrate life again
I know. It isn’t easy but it isn’t hard
Find your way, a way
The way in this illusion of life
Think... Like God
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