Born In The Spirit

Behold the roses galore!

I exist very powerfully on my own

And I am old within my youth,

For I am a wise child!

And I am very abundant within myself

For I love being myself...

Who else would I rather be?

For flowers stem from their consciousness

And I am alive within me,

Behold a child born in the spirit!

For life is a raceless marathon

And I am in the sky at last,

I choose to be healthy in my life

I don't choose to be mean

My space is my space

My peace is my peace,

No one will ever understand me

Therefore I am born in the spirit...

For life is a treacherous journey

And I know this for sure,

And all the world is a wicked stage...

Is there any other stage?

For bad things happen to me

Yet I choose to be selfish,

For my rose is my rose

And no one can destroy my garden;

And the world is a wicked stage!

And no one is innocent

Yet I am born in the spirit

And I choose myself.