| First ray of light
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| Introduction to being aware of Taking turns in shifting from fiction
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| To living in constraint
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| It’s real but changing
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| My form is changing
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| My consciousness changes
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| Waves of moments
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| Patterns of phrases, endless or elusive
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| They keep being continuous
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| Being aware of what it takes to live
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| Is keeping me sane, so sane
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| The art is born, the eyes wide open
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| Diffuse colors projected on your retina
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| Watch the play, divert the primal shapes
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| Primal shapes in disarray
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| The art is born, for we are becoming
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| Slaves of thought
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| Using the stream of consciousness
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| Prove the senses
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| Taste the ambience of feelings
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| And make contact
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| Here you are
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| Aware
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| In direct confrontation
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| With your inner self
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| The constrained reason
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| Has to be erased
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| Here I am Exploring and expanding my senses
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| Constructive building, new minds
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| The tools are given
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| BY nurture or nature
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| Time to apply the physics
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| New seeds
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| These wheels turn forever
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| Endeavour after emotion
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| We are all part of this perspective
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| We recreate and we contemplate our answers
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| Conquer as you strive for a victory
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| On fortified feelings the
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| y are part of you
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| First ray of light
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| Introduction to being aware of Taking turns in shifting from fiction
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| To living in constraint
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| Constrained reason has to be erased
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| Currents of emotions, electricity
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| Behind the eyes, machines are running
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| Organic, continuous
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| Conducting the sounds into feelings
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| Sights into predictions
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| Reliving, observing
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| The worlds endless exchange
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| Meridian of the moment |