At dawn, it all started, tree to tree lickidy split.
Awakening to a squirrel’s perception, is today’s current bit.

Knowing which nuts to find by, the taste that’s in the air.
Up and down, running all around, without even a care.

Feeling direction into everything, connected to all I see.
Being attached to all of this, is what makes this squirrel free.

Time runs fast through this perception, stretching out my time.
Feeling no fear, doesn’t matter what happens, or how high that I climb.

Running on a program, that’s coded right to my strand.
Knowing just what I should do, takes place inside a gland.

The world seen through these eyes, playing squirrel for a day.
Gaining perceptions needed, to find the middle way.

Feathers and leaves dancing, wind in the sky.
Sparks reconnected, without even a try.

The moment you knew, is the moment I saw.
Creating together, without even a flaw.

Stronger and brighter, becoming so tight.
Faith in each other, without stirring a fight.

Our colors once separate, begin now to run.
Giving us depth, without weighing a ton.

Aligning ourselves, to be on God's path.
Achieving salvation, without any wrath.

Flashes of the man I once was, often come and go.
Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know.

Father, Brother, son and friend, is what I thought I'd be.
But we are all much more than that, I hope you soon will see.

The perceptions I've been granted, have shown me who I am.
The changes that this brought to me, has put me in a jam.

Now in between perceptions, is how I have to live.
Not able to stay in just one, the others will not give.

The reason that it's me this time, was never left to chance.
All these new perceptions work to strengthen up my stance.

Everything's connected by this wave that runs through all.
So open up your heart and feel God's love has come to call.

The story of Blobert J. Pumpkins, a bully from the time he was small.
Began with his first years of primary school upon noticing he was quite tall.

His classmates would always defer up to him, so he felt like the one that's in charge.
A decade of bullying began way back then and that sad little boy became large.

His mother had married a stupid loud man, young Blob saw him only as mean.
Nevertheless he turned into that guy that had left him when he was a teen.

High school Blob was more of the same, no one dared stand in his way.
If anyone rose with the courage to try, Blobert would then make them pay.

Finished with school and out in the world, our Blob found a great place to work.
But it didn't take coworkers much time to see that this rude selfish oaf was a ****.

Unable to make friends or stay in one place, always looking to upgrade his job.
From years that he drank, unclear memories remain as the only things left inside Blob.

Losing it all, time after time, never once seeing his part.
Picturing himself as the coolest of cats, while being a disgusting old ****.

As all of his classmates began to retire, Blob dropped from houses to cars.
He was trapped by his ego in a fantasy world at the same time he's ******* in jars.

The moral of the story is don't be a Blob, nobody liked him a bit.
No one had taught him the smart thing in life, is never to eat where you ****.

So he stumbles around, all over town, insulting the people he meets.
Clueless the way that he does everything, is the reason for all his defeats.

We all have these ideas, of things we're looking for.
Finding out the purpose, of a life lived evermore.

Learn what your numbers mean, find out what they are.
Each of them connected to you through a shining star.

The numbers tell of all your traits, The who you are inside.
Encoded to your DNA, the moment you arrive.

Going through your life without knowing of these things.
Is never knowing which bee gives you honey or which stings.

If you find your numbers have a double or a match.
It will strengthen your connection, but there is a catch.

Karma comes right back to you, fast as it can be.
The choices that you make in life, will pick the side you see.

To understand these qualities, buried deep in you.
Means opening your third eye's mind, to look at things anew.

Everything you look upon, patterns start to show.
How numbers make up all there is, everything we know.

First you take a peek, after when you're done.
Then you have a ****, and it's right back to square one.

Walking down the street, looking everywhere.
To find a special peek and ****, one always must prepare.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, it makes me feel brand new.

When I find a spot I like, I crouch and hunker down.
Knowing I've had peeks on almost everyone in town.

Arriving back at home, I find my porcelain chair.
Sitting right upon it, with my big old derrière.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, I sure enjoy the view.

After I am all pooped out, It's time to take a rest.
Dreaming of the peeks and poops I feel have been the best.

Mother liked to peek, and Father liked to ****.
You can bet our family time would throw you for a loop.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, from here to Timbuktu.

Back when I was young, often if I'd see.
A person that I thought was neat, I'd **** immediately.

I hope that when you hear my tale, you'll blush and begin to squirm.
That Mary Jane helped write this one, I'm ready to confirm.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, Should be on pay-per-view

Looking into people, seeing who they are.
Finding out the person, is not the avatar.

Tell who lives a lie as he's walking down the street.
Spreading words of untrue thoughts, buried in deceit.

The lies are then concealed, deep inside the truth.
For Programing our future and hijacking our youth.

Recognizing patterns, flowing in towards me.
Tells me what is coming to our false reality.

When comparing with the truth, the deceptions that you catch.
You will see that all their numbers never are a match.

Numbers make up all there is, everything we know.
But as it is in all there is the first nine steal the show.

Once we get to nine, we know what happens then.
We tack a zero to a one and proclaim  it's a ten.

These nine are everywhere, creating all you see.
The deepest part of everything throughout eternity.