It wont budge? Cant move? Are you stuck?
Cant feel cant see good luck
In time of need look up
Theres a bigger picture than us
Were just a stroke in the canvus
Dealing with cards handed
In a world where butterflies determine whats reprimanded
Understand it? Cant grasp it?
Its just a pattern that’s ever lasting…
But whats the effect to cause?
I cant stop like im forced cause this worlds not taking a pause
Keep spinning, flying, cruisin
Stay winning, trying, no losin
But this pressure is feeling confusing
Get lost in the flow state creating what I’m using
Influenced by the music to some it sounds stupid
No faith no keys then youll never go and do it
No passion either then its a lost cause
Cause thats where the purpose is no lost flaws
Philosphical forces
Karmas own free willed limited choices
1 brain hearing different voices
No mic? Then I feel voiceless…
Reflectin' 