our subconscious leads our intentions where the light ends gray over gray i can see forever all the way to yesterday bleeding colours fall away, night skies with no wars overhead
belief not limited one heart beating, one life lived overcast like a silent film music leadin us to the sun. yet now our voices fade-paid, burned and paved.
why such pervent preaching, when no blessings can be found? why then leave your aspirations in the dry and cracked ground? i have prayed for absolution, i have prayed for a new language i have served my intuition felt it cringe and hesitate
i can see through the shades of gray
and then the veil is lifted i can see forever and life is beautiful life is beautiful and i am beauitiful and so it goes