Everything that is and everything that will ever be,
is a puzzle piece the ceases at infinity.
My soul it glows as my body floats between time and space.
What I see and feel is real and I feel like I am free.
I remember when I was a little boy,
consciousness was wondrous, thunder in the void.
The wheezing sigh of a purple sky at the gleaming end of the world,
senses bent falling through the vent to dimensions that's not understood.
When you're lost in a maze of days and the light in life is dry.
Know that at the end of every storm lies a golden sky.
You are the sun, you are the stitches in the cosmos.
Open your heart, open your arms, and let love flow on through you.