| Black then white are all I see
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| In my infancy.
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| Red and yellow then came to be,
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| Reaching out to me,
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| Lets me see.
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| As below, so above and beyond,
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| I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason.
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| Push the envelope. |
| Watch it bend.
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| Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.
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| Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
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| Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
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| Black then white are all I see
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| In my infancy.
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| Red and yellow then came to be,
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| Reaching out to me.
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| Lets me see
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| There is so much more
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| And beckons me
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| To look through to these
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| Infinite possibilities.
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| As below, so above and beyond,
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| I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason.
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| Push the envelope. |
| Watch it bend.
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| Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.
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| Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.
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| Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
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| Reaching out to embrace the random.
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| Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
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| I embrace my desire to
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| I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected
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| Enough to step aside and weep like a widow
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| To feel inspired, to fathom the power,
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| To witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
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| To swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,
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| To swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
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| With my feet upon the ground
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| I lose myself between the sounds
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| And open wide to suck it in.
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| I feel it move across my skin.
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| I'm reaching up and reaching out.
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| I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
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| Whatever will bewilder me.
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| And following our will and wind
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| We may just go where no one's been.
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| We'll ride the spiral to the end
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| And may just go where no one's been.
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| Spiral out. |
| Keep going.
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| Spiral out. |
| Keep going.
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| Spiral out. |
| Keep going.
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| Spiral out. |
| Keep going. |