Undone

I've been thinking I lost my touch Then read about a forest monk Trained for 17 years Rid many of his fears Seems the key is giving up In the sense of losing control Forget what you think that you know Don't believe your every thought Be prepared to start Questioning your own role If you're ready to We can leave it all behind If you're ready to We can leave it all behind I've been feeling I'm on the brink Believing everything I think If I'm not creating Does it mean I'm wasting My God given gift I think And maybe that's the problem Got to be a better option Cleo said "God's love is free And it's not dependent on me Or what I will become Maybe the whole point is becoming undone Undone