To see a face looking back at us .. that is the furthest thing from pretty
How many times have we blamed all, rather than own responsibility?
Waiting for something to happen outside of ourselves is plain crazy
How many times have we obsessed over something that is nothing?
Holding onto the physical realm can cause even a bee to lose his sting
How many times have we lost ourselves when someone later found us
Clutching the past, tainting the future, and of today, making such a fuss?
How many times have we closed our hearts because of our silly mind
Fear is what makes a good clock that once worked, so terribly unwind
How many times have we stopped being who we truly want to be?
As everything inside of us screams out that we are meant to be Free!!!
Sometimes we can re-invent ourselves to many times over
that we never felt further away from the truth
or hellishly older
Sometimes we can lie to ourselves better than anyone else
so good is our ultimate self-deception
we might as well be our own evil elf
Sometimes we can make our bed and choose to stand alone
the ultimate truth lays waiting
ready to accept us and finally bring us home!