These days fade into shades and colors
waves of blues and greys
Reds greens yellows and others
Over and under..it flows
Above and below
Let the energy grow
The rhythm it sews
Into our fabric of existence
Until the distance between mystic and realistic is closed
Intertwines and binds, like trees and vines
Reminds the mind feelin alive is seein the signs between the lines
I’m an artist with these rhymes
I come to find, from them, my very soul it designs
The words are my brush
My spirit is the canvas
Painting pictures of the mixture
Myself, the stars, moons, and the planets
I’m cosmically touched
What sucks, I don’t think anybody truly understands it