There are miracles happening right before our eyes
Small ones, teeny ones, they come in every size
And they are not to be passed off as nothing!

Like when your soulmate saw you for the first time
And made you believe in love at first sight
Or how butterflies deep within you took flight
When that car raced past, right through a stoplight
Barely missing you because a plane made you look up at the sky
And your clouded mind wakes up for half a second to say, hey!
What WAS that? Coincidence? Fate? Wait!
But then you are habitually convinced you're just lucky and continue to wade
Through crowds of no one, and you have forgotten to realize
How a miracle from the sky, literally, just passed you by
And you didn't even wave.

And how time is an illusion at best
Because when your excitement is at its highest
It's like it doesn't actually exist
Not even for one second
Understand that living fully in the present
Is your only real option
The rest is pure ignorance you are responsible for
I know it's mostly caution
Your heart has been torn by equally closed minds who wished they could see how you so enjoy playing with light
They scolded you for being too interested in the small things, in life
Like it's some sort of crime to be in love with colors at night.

We know lightning is just static and so suddenly it's not supposed to be interesting
Because we can explain it away, we consider it nothing
This is so sad I would cry... if I wasn't so happy
Thinking about how beautiful lightning is
Do you follow me?

Realize that nothing is what it seems until your narrow realities and your suspended belief in impossibilities can finally collide
And run down the side of your subconscious mind
Pooling around you into one big puddle of life
Made of the magical, the unexplainable, and this may seem unrelateable...
But go look in the mirror at the spectacle
That is you
A stand alone miracle.