Look for me in spite of what you see
Stop drifting leeward, keep an eye on the goal
Quicken all your senses and tune me in
I will do my best to soothe your soul
Despite this illusion that is now fooling you
I know you and love coming
to the rescue
The things you’re seeing now
aren’t quite the true
Each event is perfect
from a certain point of view
Way past the spectrum range
that’s audible
Block out the extraneous to get an inner vision
Tune in your ears, this frequency is laudable
My voice will make the fusion; my eyes will make the fission
So before you try to smell the flowers from underneath
Before you take that J. Urbonas rollercoaster ride
Visualize your picture of the spirit with the wreath
And try and try to follow
sans pomposity or pride
Illusion has within it, a glimmer of the real
An imperfect model of what’s there when we break through
Don’t be guided only by the feelings that you feel
Nor by the coldness of the calculating you
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Look for me in spite of what you see
Stop drifting leeward, keep an eye on the goal
Quicken all your senses and tune me in
I will do my best to soothe your soul
Despite this illusion that is now fooling you
I know you and love coming
to the rescue
The things you’re seeing now
aren’t quite the true
Each event is perfect
from a certain point of view
Way past the spectrum range
that’s audible
Block out the extraneous to get an inner vision
Tune in your ears, this frequency is laudable
My voice will make the fusion; my eyes will make the fission
So before you try to smell the flowers from underneath
Before you take that J. Urbonas rollercoaster ride
Visualize your picture of the spirit with the wreath
And try and try to follow
sans pomposity or pride
Illusion has within it, a glimmer of the real
An imperfect model of what’s there when we break through
Don’t be guided only by the feelings that you feel
Nor by the coldness of the calculating you
