You don’t see yourself, you see your ego.
You can’t free yourself so let me go.
You see life as a game ,and you know how to cheat.
Its gose on repeat
Its so full of pain , I’m always the blame .
So I’m putting up my hands and admitting my defeat.
This Game is not fair ,it gets us nowhere.
My heart is turning cold as this story’s getting old.
The push and pull is making life so dull.
my colours are fading, the darkness invading.
I Love you so much,but this love you can’t touch……..
Because you have to be close to feel it the most.
The world is round,
If you look forward and keep going you’ll end up where you started.
Just a thought,
Our thoughts come from up in the mind and beyond.
you will see the sky , the sky is endless.
look up to the sky,
The sky gives us day and night,the sun the moon and more stars than you can count.
look to the sky ,you can’t control it but if you know what’s to come you can prepare.
when your lost in the darkness,
lookup to the stars, there’s a star out there for all of us ,pick one name it and fallow it.
Think outside the circle,
if you don’t want to stop where you started look up and your journey will be endless.
There is inspiration in this temptation
But where dose that leave fruitation?
If it cant be whole your selling your soul
is it really worth the flirtation?
The confusion lies in the illusion
Can this ever work?
So much surrounds us with nothing to ground us
Is a feeling ever enough?
Our situation is pure frustration
Two roads leading to hurt
So whats the conclusion in all this confusion
LOVE ,SO TO DO WHATS OUT OF LOVE FOR YOURSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE INVOLVED
LOVE IS SO COMPLEX ,BUT IT IS NEVER WRONG
The hocus pocus of losing focus
Cristal clear in this demure
Switching swapping there’s no stopping
You cant rehearse for this curse
If you fake it you will not break it
Resistance is a persistence
Let go, just be, then you find you are free
If you get it ,you wont regret it
where focus go’s your energy flows
What if to SEE is to have your eyes wide open
But what if See is to LISTEN with your eyes closed
What if to listen is to FEEL without hearing a sound
what if to feel is to SPEAK without using words
What if to speak is to CONNECT with your TRUTH
What if your truth is the UNKNOWN
Its just waiting to be shown
A BLANK CANVAS WITH NO COLOURS
HOW CAN I PAINT THIS PICTURE?
MEETING PEOPLE ALONG THE WAY
THEY WILL GIVE YOU THE STROKES AND TECHNIQUES AND THE SAME COLOUR EACH TIME
EACH PERSON WITH DIFFERENT SHADE OF BLACK
YOU SEE THEIR PICTURES FULL OF COLOUR
THEY PAINTED ONE FOR YOU
EACH PERSON THE SAME BLACK PICTURE WITH DIFFERENT STROKES
WHY IS MINE ALWAYS A DULL DIRTY BLACK PICTURE
THE PENNY DROP AS YOU LOOK AT “YOUR” BLACK CANVASES AND REALISE
THEY’RE NOT YOUR PICTURES ITS NOT YOUR PAINT YOUR STROKES OR YOUR TECHNIQUES
Its okay to have a blank canvas the colours will come in time don’t let anyone give your their bad colours and more importantly paint your own picture it will always be YOU
The dream is like a whisper,
In a world so loud how can you hear it ?
You fallow the crowds that shout loudest.
You raise your voice trying to be heard in all the noise.
Then with that scream you lose the dream.
For the dream just wants you to listen.