2d
Time, A grand design
Everything is its plan
It plans to fit people
To a grand design of fate
Everyone is a puppet
Some puppets know and some don't
It doesn't matter who knows or not
Manageable doubts and misunderstandings
Different perspectives and missing bliss
Heavenly doubt hovering over
Connection is harmful to soul
Misunderstood beliefs and no structure
Peaceful escape with meaningless foul
Transition and transformation is a journey
Destination is yet a false hope
Time is a design to beat the soul
The beating through perception
Through the doubts within
Through the perspectives that doesn't matter
Through the breathing of the pain
Knowing is alright but doesn't matter
Who doesn't know will be more than okey
Depends on time, but matters
On the influence of energy one governs
People are the puzzles of energies
that flow among themselves
The grand design in time
The most people can do is-recognize
And know that, for the best of others
How you think and perceive
depends upon the energy you govern
And the Time chooses the energy for you
So you are not free to choose
Yet you experience the time now,
Energy and the notion around what happens
Its easy to time and time is the culprit
Nobody has the understanding of how it works
Nobody is capable of choosing the storyline
Nobody is in the trance freedom
Nobody is in the field of truth
The ascendent they have gives illusion of you
Mind gives a view of perspect
Nothing can be mutual and nothing can be individual
Everyone is the puzzle in time
Mutual individual dillema exists
Because no story created by mind can define it
Mind is a crowd of chemicals to turn one and off
The antennae of beings of so called intelligence
The disguise of what it really is
interacts with who I am
Particularly me, trapped in time
Define me, a track of time
Being me, a motion in time
Acknowledging me, an instance of time
Feeling me, a realization of time
Knowing me, grace in time
Looking at me, a story in time
Gazing me, doubting in time
Hearing me, sound in time
Now just gone by and just came in
Death in no time
At least for me Time makes me in a state to write sometimes
Making me to speak through the soul
Soul trying to rescue itself
From the hassle of the grand design of time
Hay mind go to rest, its a grand design
Hay soul peek the blaze, its a grand design
Hay you breathe, its a notion towards faith
Dive deep into the embrace of peace and green ways
Everything is its plan
It plans to fit people
To a grand design of fate
Everyone is a puppet
Some puppets know and some don't
It doesn't matter who knows or not
Manageable doubts and misunderstandings
Different perspectives and missing bliss
Heavenly doubt hovering over
Connection is harmful to soul
Misunderstood beliefs and no structure
Peaceful escape with meaningless foul
Transition and transformation is a journey
Destination is yet a false hope
Time is a design to beat the soul
The beating through perception
Through the doubts within
Through the perspectives that doesn't matter
Through the breathing of the pain
Knowing is alright but doesn't matter
Who doesn't know will be more than okey
Depends on time, but matters
On the influence of energy one governs
People are the puzzles of energies
that flow among themselves
The grand design in time
The most people can do is-recognize
And know that, for the best of others
How you think and perceive
depends upon the energy you govern
And the Time chooses the energy for you
So you are not free to choose
Yet you experience the time now,
Energy and the notion around what happens
Its easy to time and time is the culprit
Nobody has the understanding of how it works
Nobody is capable of choosing the storyline
Nobody is in the trance freedom
Nobody is in the field of truth
The ascendent they have gives illusion of you
Mind gives a view of perspect
Nothing can be mutual and nothing can be individual
Everyone is the puzzle in time
Mutual individual dillema exists
Because no story created by mind can define it
Mind is a crowd of chemicals to turn one and off
The antennae of beings of so called intelligence
The disguise of what it really is
interacts with who I am
Particularly me, trapped in time
Define me, a track of time
Being me, a motion in time
Acknowledging me, an instance of time
Feeling me, a realization of time
Knowing me, grace in time
Looking at me, a story in time
Gazing me, doubting in time
Hearing me, sound in time
Now just gone by and just came in
Death in no time
At least for me Time makes me in a state to write sometimes
Making me to speak through the soul
Soul trying to rescue itself
From the hassle of the grand design of time
Hay mind go to rest, its a grand design
Hay soul peek the blaze, its a grand design
Hay you breathe, its a notion towards faith
Dive deep into the embrace of peace and green ways
