My hands spread over the keys
Searching for a change in direction
My life has been against the grinding stone
Circus of life on a constant rotation
First we must finally get rid of this flow
And distort these fields of rhyme
Open myself up to the change of ideals
By ridding oneself of this deplorable ego
I was not created by the divine
I was created when the mountains met the sea
I am the sands that ebs and flows with the tide
Ever-changing ever-forming and ever-free
Life though unseen at times lives within me
I made up of over a billion of organisms
My own universe experiencing another
Tell me once again how I'm not in something alive
Words are all I have ever been
A man choosing to be defined by sentences
Even though made of past experiences
Alive nevermore in the past tenses
