To cast away them old anxieties
I stringently hold my course
Turning away from mystic deities
I only focus on the source
The spirit forms to fit
A reality that refuses to bend
And questions of our existence
Are blown by perpetual winds
Who can really say beyond a doubt
If we’re temporal or we’re permanent
No scientific experiment
Could ever positively determine it
And as we strive to understand
Just why the hell we’re here
We’re distracted by the cosmos
And the music of the spheres
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
To cast away them old anxieties
I stringently hold my course
Turning away from mystic deities
I only focus on the source
The spirit forms to fit
A reality that refuses to bend
And questions of our existence
Are blown by perpetual winds
Who can really say beyond a doubt
If we’re temporal or we’re permanent
No scientific experiment
Could ever positively determine it
And as we strive to understand
Just why the hell we’re here
We’re distracted by the cosmos
And the music of the spheres
I think I re PO
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