life is a strange thing
filled with experiences
all i can do is work on myself

beneath this body
our souls are eternal

how we feel now
is here
tomorrow is unclear

i don't want to fight to survive
but sometimes you do
hands are dealt
so we deal
another round around the dharma wheel
i wonder sometimes if i still believe in karma
i wonder sometimes of what is truly real

next time around things may be different
next time around things may be the same

when we begin to unidentify with this body
people becomes props
to teach me that money isn't everything
instructions aren't for all eyes
books are authors ideas
that life passes by
when you begin to take notice