feast on this very moment before it slips into the arrow of time, unchain the past - let it breathe

peel away the layers, let stillness fill the void

while the philosopher ponders, the warrior yields to peace and the troubadour plays on

in this moment you are boundless you are free

The day you pretend to live
is the day you buried your true self.

I'm not in control of the mind that claims to be in charge of me.

The way you view the world,
Is a way of seeing life.
Being stuck in the past,
Or in the future,
While all along the present is
where you should've lived.