Represented by the sands of time which is fate

Rocking back and forth parallel with conformity

Weathering the forces that create storms in me

We're clever enough to trick ourselves

And lacking the wisdom to ask for help

Classifying our acts by trying to plan them

Afraid of the spirits and questions we've asked them

Petty enough to forget that they're invisible

And proud enough that we think we're invincible

The birds sing the leaves to life

And become the trees food when they die

Life feeds on life feeds on wrong feeds on right

Dark feeds on light feeds on day feeds on night

Where right and wrong meet is belief

Where breath meets your lungs is relief

Meditation is the best medication

Evidence to the contrary is flawed by location

Relationships we had exist is the past

But with patience and vast intuition its back

The fathomless void we always avoid

To be willingly annoyed by endless decoys

I, the product of what was and will be

Can be existing and not existing simultaneously

We, The product of what they'd have us be

Are surely existing and imprisoning me

To be is in the mind that yet is to be

Left looking and looming where dreams are reality