Seeds

Savory and seeming true.

Quick to gain but fleeting you.

Still you reach out for certain,

somewhere down the path you choose

what you seek to find greets you.

Dreams of the day taking the place of action.

And the pattern remains.

Still expecting to change full of doubt of dismay.

What binds you?

Far as eyes can see we stare.

Searching for the meaning there.

Finding a mass confusion sits within the evening air.

Wickedness we need beware.

Dreams of the day taking the place of action.

At each break of day, force my will to change.

Still I'm well on the way. What binds us there?

Waiting around on the ground,

speaking of that which ties us down.

When all we need to be free is just to set our minds to

Here and Now. The sound of our sacred rhythm.

At the seat of our intuition lies to key to our freedom.

This chance the rising sun affords, welcoming you at the door.

Waiting for you to open. Still, the choice to make is yours.

Seek you truth not great reward.

Then will your fate nourish the seeds of action.

Hear me out friend. Though I know not if the end

will approach us now or then, in the meantime,

this I can tell. Our own minds provide the cell

where we hide away. Chained to sorrow.

Held out beyond all our worries and our wants.

Find a way to bring escape tomorrow.

Liberation from this rat race we all run

in the labyrinth of fate.