Don't you ever get The feeling of finding something You didn't know that you had lost? Something That gives you peace of mind. That you keep close at any cost. That will make you feel the horizontal And live in vertical ways To me it is often a piece of some rhythmical phrase. Whatever it is It will set you free And let the worn out pieces of your memory Turn into pictures of quiet beauty At least it works for me. Pictures like A lotus that slowly unfolds And morning light On silent railroads Yes, yes, one two, yo, one two, yo. Feel it every day during morning meditation Waking up for the third time today, Taking my place amongst the cherry tree blossoms Sipping upon the nectar of life through the straw Insight feel the light through a prismic refraction kaleidoscopic visions Givin' life by your dream over fiber-optic rhythm Propelling itself through the eather Keep a lunch box filled to the brim with raw soul and some sun spots Some lost it before they knew they had it in the first place worst-case scenarios the Earth takes But then they cheer up abuse from us so who to trust? Up the emerald sea and the sensi' Empty conversations by the moonlight soon might lead us to a place of mind frame that is beyond plain ego perpetuation
Keeping a specter changing dreams in the world where wicked must reign supreme On the scene lean on the glean find a path that bursts through the seams and the creed that rules everything around us Love must prevail And every moment is a holy grail. Whatever it is It will set you free And let the worn out pieces of your memory (bam bam) Turn in to pictures of quiet beauty At least it works for me. Yeah. And yo, whatever it is don't let it get out of touch When a family peers, two kids with true love You must take the time to appreciate The world wonders of paint when the pieces spray Believe in great powers of creativity and nature's way sun rays on a river see All emotions a'-sinkin'-an'-a'-flotin' constantly open to all this life's potion Know enough and the more that you find out mind drought had to form a dead end 'cause the sun's down It's time now to cherish the small matters and not chit-chatter away like the mad hatter Because we're all stuck in wonderland Offices, longer zen, rocks come and tumbling You want a hand in the best fitting glove Because the life's too short to let the stress eat you up.