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sometimes when I go to sleep
I can feel what’s behind me
almost as if I’m in so deep
not to see what’s beside me
but in the dead of night
I can live a hundred thousand times
yet in the midst of you
why am I not fully present
feeling so confused again
never in the moment
and I may never give up
as it seems I’ve got it all, but then
nothing matches up
except the very thoughts of giving in
and that is it
this is so
I won’t need to release to let go
that is why
this is how
no agenda at all somehow
this is the key
and this is the flow
to letting go
sitting right beside of this object of affection
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we are so beside ourselves
not to feel a connection
time to strap us in
ironically by getting out again
and that is it
this is so
I won’t need to release to let go
that is why
this is how
it’s agreed I can see it now
this is the scene
and this is the show
for letting go
when what you have matches up
with your conviction about it, that is when
everything catches up
and all can see what control had clouded in
and that is it..
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