Feet on the air Windsurfing on tranquility Worrisome, no more Travesties belong to another day I may care, but only for so long All things must recharge Why treat ourselves differently?
Rushing Toward the light in the tunnel Wondering, what will I receive? Will I be reborn through scorn? Or does the journey end here? I've risen from the bottom Up to the top I'm at the peak I don't know how to stop.
In our modern world We cannot bask in emotions Deemed uncomfortable No wonder Nothing is taken earnestly Even clowns Know when jokes stop Now look at us: We have become one
Discussing philosophies Brings out antiquities So, when discussing those who believe That their belief means nothing Do not discuss their way But how they came to it