I care not for the currents of the world.
Many a time have I seen them pass like a drifting sound.
Save yourself the blabbering and plant yourself remote.
Demons cannot scream when no one's around.

So many empty souls,
caught in form: like a desirous web.
Trying to prove in life
that they're not already dead.
But, aimless they meander, to and fro.
Getting lost in form,
forgetting what it was they wanted to show.

I remember what seems now like ages ago,
When teachers and distant relatives would say,
"You can do anything, just believe it and it will be so."

Then if that's the case:

I think I might like to fly over the hills with the sun on my back!
Or be able to wade downward through the ocean, with an infinite air sack.
Better yet, let me travel ten thousand light years away
To visit the worlds of distant bays!

How romantic could we make it?
Role-playing ten thousand ways,
Gods and Goddesses flaunt in play.

Meld like water and shift your display!
You are a magician of being, holding the skies at bay.
Rumble the earth and clouds, scream what you say!
The one and only, now and today.

I believe it was nice meeting but there was something I didn't say.
I must have skipped something and missed what you meant to display.
We passed so fast and were going separate ways..
Not a moment to last, did I even remember your name?

But somehow we were both aspects of the same greater force;
Traveling different paths but on the same ultimate course.
Could we free ourselves of our own baggage and recognize
Our brothers and sisters all as divine messengers of source?