Somebody must know something--I mean how the hell else did we get here?
Today I realized that there is this massive matrix
People of all different shapes, sizes, colors, inclinations, histories, karmas
When I notice myself, I realize something
I realize that I am exactly the way I am supposed to be for my soul to accomplish its purpose
•Whispering to the light when I am not crying out loud
Humans, we have this ability to think about ourselves
To doubt ourselves
To compare ourselves, perpetuate suffering
To fight the flow of what we were born into
Think about it
Think about yourself
This is your outfit, right here
These are your surroundings, right now
These are the thoughts you think
For the reasons you do
For the chance to drop or embrace them
Feeding on feelings, right or wrong
We were all born into a bed
We all sleep once in a while
Everyone dreams against their will now and then, if not more often
When we wake up, we start thinking
Inspired by doubt, we wonder: are we somehow not the way we are supposed to be to get where we are supposed to go?
Are we late for a big party where we finally accept ourselves?
Many of our actions spring from this doubt as well
But really, come on, there are so many ways to be and yet we are truly, exactly how we are supposed to be!
We didn't invent ourselves, now did we?
What's all this perverse behavior about?
"You never know," you say?
Well somebody must, somebody must ... and sometimes I really do, and so do you