This life is nothing more than a dream I conceived a very long time ago
From the moment I took my first breath I knew in that  frame of time what I was destined to become
I'm Thinking about time in the negative aspect way beyond our common sense of the past
Where is the place we have come from, where is the place we have gone and where is the place where we will be going?

This life is a trip
just took a breath and crawled for  bit then finally took my first steps
grew up into the young man I am today  still wanderihg through this journey called life holding a bus ticket underneath  my tongue
Close my eyes and meditate transport to a place that I swear I should have forgotten about

This life of mine  is nothin but but a ripple in the waters that my ancestors have fished
A continuous cycle where I learn to understand my spirit just a little more every moment that I dwell inside of
This is the life of something created out of nothing