you could call me heaven
you could call me hell
but what’s the point?
it’s all bound by the spell of the source
with no recourse selected
i am disconnected, i feel disconnected

rejection on every corner
when all meaning becomes meaningless
where is that deeper self to bring it back?
where is that inner wealth to carry the slack?
am i sense infected
i am disconnected, i feel disconnected

i am a leaf in the wind
my home is neither here nor there
but everywhere
i come and go like temperemental snow
caught in the cycle
part of the whole
changing with the seasons
if you truly looked you would see
the life force that is me
guided by grace, moulded by intelligence
the journey is the mystery
and there i find my freedom
not confined in the walls of limitation
free to be.. to be anything but ordinary

i am a raindrop in the storm
on the african plains
my source you cannot figure
and where i end up is beyond the mind
the savannah grows
and in the long grass nobody knows
what holds it all together
my hope is set
my fears subside
but still i ride this unknown course
the spirit pulls magnetically
my reason, my rhyme, no space or time
but simply eternity