Black
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then
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white are
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all I see
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in my infancy.
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Red and yellow then came to be,
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reaching out to me,
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lets me see.
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As below so above and beyond I imagine,
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drawn beyond the lines of reason.
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Push the envelope.
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Watch it bend.
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Over thinking, over analyzing,
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separates the body from the mind.
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Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
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feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
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Black
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then
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white are
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all I see
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in my infancy.
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Red and yellow then came to be,
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reaching out to me,
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lets me see.
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There is so much more
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and it beckons me
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to look though to these,
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infinite possibilities.
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As below so above and beyond I imagine,
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drawn outside the lines of reason.
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Push the envelope.
|
Watch it bend.
|
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Over thinking, over analyzing,
|
separates the body from the mind.
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Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.
|
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Feed my will to feel this moment,
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urging me to cross the line.
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Reaching out to embrace the random.
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Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
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I embrace my desire to...
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I embrace my desire to...
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feel the rhythm, to
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feel connected
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enough to step aside and
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weep like a widow,
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to
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feel inspired,
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to
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fathom the power,
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to
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witness the beauty,
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to
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bathe in the fountain,
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to
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swing on the spiral,
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to
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swing on the spiral,
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to
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swing on the spiral
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of our divinity and
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still be a human.
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With my feet upon the ground,
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I lose myself between the sounds
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and open wide to suck it in.
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I feel it move across my skin.
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I'm reaching up and reaching out.
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I'm reaching for the random or
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whatever will bewilder me,
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whatever will bewilder me.
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And following our will and wind,
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we may just go where no one's been.
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We'll ride the spiral to the end
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and may just go where no one's been.
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Spiral out.
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Keep going.
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Spiral out.
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Keep going.
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Spiral out.
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Keep going.
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Spiral out.
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Keep going.
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Lateralus
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