I’ve witnessed the fall,
I’ve predicted it all.
But the sight that was forced upon me
Made me question the “what will be”

The music, the feeling, it made you so contagiously happy
Then came the aftershock, realizing that you were just sloppy.
With the explanations, with your preaching
Yet when I opened my mouth, the brakes went screeching.

You’re wrong! I wanted to say
stop all the thinking, just feel and stay
With your feet on the ground,
Soul soaring towards the cloud.

Expand those roots, never stop moving
just try and sit still, try breathing.
In with your mind, out with your soul
stop your hand, you don’t need another bowl.

It’s so pure and yet so foggy
force the fire and you just feel groggy. ...