Pulling in different
directions

- triggering
the blood
running through
my veins

- doors open
air comes in
- fresh and
untouched
until it reaches
the core -


Desires thrown
out - some come
comes back at the
speed of light
- others floating
around in space


Covering my eyes
like the sun shines
too bright -

no shades in sight
- no hiding places

- running as fast
as I can -

running in circles
turning inwards
for answers -

But the hollow ground
beneath me holds nothing
but the eerie sound of frosty
grass being stepped on -
and it echoes -


It is not about handling
- rather it is about observing
consuming - spitting it out
only keeping what is
of value for you -
that is - what awakens your
spirit - what makes your heart
come alive -

it was never about living
nor dying - but to stay awake
in a dream -

to be a co creator of your own
dream - which includes both
rest - and doing -


And in that comes the realization
that you are - the one being born
and you are the one giving birth
a circle - always complete
never ending - always awake in a dream
- always dreaming while being awake



Constant creation
in every direction
sometimes confusion
sometimes dissolution
polluted by the images
cleansed by the nature
of your own heart - the
core - the returning of
self -


You tie it together
and come up with
the perfect conclusion
- at least for now

Changing your mind
your paths - your visions
and dreams - changing
your clothes and taste
in music -

settling down -
moving back and forth
settling down again
- for now


Sometimes trusting
sometimes not -
sometimes breathing
- sometimes not
sometimes living
- sometimes not

- always creating

- always dreaming
awakening the inner
desire to make things happen


Pulling in different
directions

- triggering
the blood
running through
my veins

- always awake in a dream
- always dreaming while being awake

Constant creation
in every direction

moving back and forth
pulling in different
directions -

keeping what is
of value for you -
that is - what awakens your
spirit - what makes your heart
come alive -



The hollow ground
beneath me holds nothing
but the eerie sound of frosty
grass being stepped on -
and it echoes -



Always awake in a dream
always dreaming while



- being awake