We dream inside of black boxes and paper locked words
Realms we believe to envision the messages we have heard
From beyond or around us, no matter the muse that speaks
We try with strings and effects to deliver the magic we need
Unable to capture a true creator's glory
We are only capable of reflecting imitated stories
We cry and yearn to be like the Gods
Instead of having the wisdom of knowing our true spot
Become the being that you are, without acting like you're more
Thus ascend the chrysalis you remain to explore
Each of us a creek, a vein, a stream, a river
Connected to an ocean of energy that flows on forever and ever
From root to limb a tree will reach
A learned lesson they continue to teach
Naysayers spin and spin.....and spin and spin
Drawing perplexing circles, with never a win

Hold on to your dreams. Protect them and do not forget them.