To do more you need to be more... But in which direction should you focus? The muddy waters of business and entrepreneurship... or simple living with a focus on values, non-material growth and music writing? I'm pretty certain attempting both would be unwise, I've split myself in opposite directions before...
The physio/health therapist I am working to be, does it prevent me from greater achievement and more fufilment with music?
Whatever the cause I must be disciplined, focused and split my time till the years end. Share what you have, keeping talents close is selfish, good things must be shared with others, create memories, what is life otherwise?
Death in my mind, I've got only so much time...
October has begun...
Spring is in full swing, and I'm feeling more distant from what I used to be. I don't feel the need to be accepted by everyone anymore, that's just a waste of time
Walking down the road, crossroads everywhere I go
Winds of change blow
from every direction
like some false misconception
Is this me
or is this what I think I am
because to think is not to be
otherwise I would be free,
from this prison, for which I hold the key
If the mind is just matter,
Then what does it matter to me
If I can't even look ahead with clarity and see,
Satisfaction, It moves a little further away
Every time I reach for it,
Reflections on a lake
My naive belief
I'm going agaist my nature, I feel distant
From the west winds that call my name
Oh the chance to let it grow
Into a tall tree, leave the past behind
Find my own kin in kind
This isn't me by design
These sails are made for the see, to be free
from material conception
My identity is not like your deception
You'll never know my name
But if I leave this game, bury my doubt and replace with my faith
The physio/health therapist I am working to be, does it prevent me from greater achievement and more fufilment with music?
Whatever the cause I must be disciplined, focused and split my time till the years end. Share what you have, keeping talents close is selfish, good things must be shared with others, create memories, what is life otherwise?
Death in my mind, I've got only so much time...
October has begun...
Spring is in full swing, and I'm feeling more distant from what I used to be. I don't feel the need to be accepted by everyone anymore, that's just a waste of time
Walking down the road, crossroads everywhere I go
Winds of change blow
from every direction
like some false misconception
Is this me
or is this what I think I am
because to think is not to be
otherwise I would be free,
from this prison, for which I hold the key
If the mind is just matter,
Then what does it matter to me
If I can't even look ahead with clarity and see,
Satisfaction, It moves a little further away
Every time I reach for it,
Reflections on a lake
My naive belief
I'm going agaist my nature, I feel distant
From the west winds that call my name
Oh the chance to let it grow
Into a tall tree, leave the past behind
Find my own kin in kind
This isn't me by design
These sails are made for the see, to be free
from material conception
My identity is not like your deception
You'll never know my name
But if I leave this game, bury my doubt and replace with my faith
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