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First ray of light |
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Introduction to being aware of |
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Taking turns in shifting from fiction |
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To living in constraint. |
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It's real but changing |
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My form is changing |
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My consciousness changes. |
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Waves of moments |
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Patterns of phrases, endless or elusive |
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They keep being continuous |
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Being aware of what it takes to live |
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Is keeping me sane, so sane. |
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The art is born, the eyes wide open |
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Diffuse colors projected on your retina |
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Watch the play, divert the primal shapes |
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Primal shapes in disarray. |
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The art is born, for we are becoming |
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Slaves of thought |
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Using the stream of consciousness. |
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Prove the senses |
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Taste the ambience of feelings |
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And make contact |
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Here you are |
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Aware |
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In direct confrontation |
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With your inner self. |
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The constrained reason |
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Has to be erased. |
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Here I am |
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Exploring and expanding my senses. |
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Constructive building, new minds |
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The tools are given |
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BY nurture or nature |
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Time to apply the physics |
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New seeds |
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These wheels turn forever |
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Endeavor after emotion |
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We are all part of this perspective |
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We recreate and we contemplate our answers. |
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Conquer as you strive for a victory |
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On fortified feelings they are part of you. |
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First ray of light |
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Introduction to being aware of |
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Taking turns in shifting from fiction |
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To living in constraint |
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Constrained reason has to be erased. |
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Currents of emotions, electricity |
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Behind the eyes, machines are running |
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Organic, continuous |
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Conducting the sounds into feelings |
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Sights into predictions |
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Reliving, observing |
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The worlds endless exchange |
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Meridian of the moment. |
