Grow from the Soul

A Self-search and seizure, a never-ending show,

Postured and perched, my cards you won't know.

To pay homage to past, flags fly at half-mast...

Being chased at last, truth creeps on me fast...

To distance myself, need a change of pace....

one that lasts, yet no need to race....

steady-goings with forward motion,

rivers flowing and crashing oceans...

I ride the waves, they take me on,

The way is paved, not written in stone,

If time did own, we'd all be gone....

If time did own, we'd all be gone....

Escaping reality has never felt so free..

I'm running from sense - it's coming to me,

A clear light is shining, pointing the way,

Another appears and leads me astray...

Both equally right, with calculated sight,

Two paths laid out... though one man's plight...

How can it be? One man and two paths?

Ends up with none, two he can't have

Must choose a direction and steady-stay course,

Put a strong foot forward... have no remorse.

Take allegiance to self, be part of a whole,

stay true to the ORIGIN and grow from the soul....

grow from the soul...