A breath of the highest grade,
Destiny coming taylor made,
The pursuit is gradual,
And the path is magical,
Sick and tired of being tired and sick,
Just holding on while i'm getting a grip,
So close we can taste it,
Consciousness is the latest,
Society ringing in my ear drums,
They won't pay attention so we had to steal some,
What's the course but if not to know,
But to smell, but to hear, but to touch, but to grow,
Tip toeing down this wondrous junction,
Of fundemental simple dysfunction,
Frame by frame we watch through this movie,
Walks in the rains have been noted dually,
Grief should probably bother me more then it does,
Staying positive like it's the only choice that there was,
Impartial thinking to what transpires,
Set backs open opportunity to Inquire,
Expression manifests through tribulations,
The spring has dawned on this hibernation,
"What's the word?" We cry out in fear,
The end has gone the beginning is near.