Free as a bird, empty as the wide blue sky,
my mind rests, but asks the question why,
restless, frittering away the clear unknown,
Time stands still - soul left all alone.
Am I content - I ask the undefined blackbox,
Am I free from life's bondage and locks,
Do I know what I want - or should I,
Take the future flow as time goes by.
There is a big vacuum - clean slate,
What I feed into it becomes my fate,
Seeking that balance and tranquil state,
Achieve the oblivious before its too late.
God's greatest creation is within me,
I have it all, just the need for me to see,
Call it intuition, foresight or prophecy,
I know it now - What will be, will be
my mind rests, but asks the question why,
restless, frittering away the clear unknown,
Time stands still - soul left all alone.
Am I content - I ask the undefined blackbox,
Am I free from life's bondage and locks,
Do I know what I want - or should I,
Take the future flow as time goes by.
There is a big vacuum - clean slate,
What I feed into it becomes my fate,
Seeking that balance and tranquil state,
Achieve the oblivious before its too late.
God's greatest creation is within me,
I have it all, just the need for me to see,
Call it intuition, foresight or prophecy,
I know it now - What will be, will be
