whosz that over there? with that snare, the snarl from withen
deep in his soul the white man in a black mansz bowl
fishbowl. deep blue sea, what can u see
jehovah on his throne lookin down into his hole, his fishbowl.
a syncronized group of fish, together sticking thro the thick not in a rut, not in a hole
together they will win, refrain from sin teaching reaching the land of the land, win!
not a race, not a competition , syncronized fish dont win dont sin, but win.
beyond win; truth that sets you free, a place in the race, place that heals.
through depth. stickky mud, blinding rain, thick fog, hazy skys
the storm has eyes
soften to us our enemies
quiet minds
what is it that will set me free?
the white flag will not spare me will not hand me a mile stone
that i will gain, one thing, just this one thing
just this one thing- is not ONETHING,
it is not something
is not passed on, passed over, passed to me
one thing is mine, one thing is everything.
the only thing
i look through the fog, down the highway the dotted lines fade, seem smaller, they appears to dissapear.
but they're not really gone, its all still there. a philosphy of what i can really see.
should i open the door to what i can really be?
the world turns, it doesnt stop. it rotates and spins, oppurtunitys pass by, people walk by, everything goes by.
but my destiny waits.