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How could you ever know, Cause you don't know what you don't know, Until you know, For was it all my time, When I don't know, Cause I don't know why, Follow the sign, Open up your eyes, When you follow what's right, It's subjective in perspectives all through the night, If you try will come true, If you try will you get to where you want to be in time, I'll see it through, Cause windows when you're looking at the sun, Hold onto your sunglasses son, Follow, Open up those feelings, And let them through you, Salt lamp on the windowsill, Negative ions as they fill the air, I could stare into the abyss, Synchronicities that feel free, When opening up its just part of all I have on the full moon, So take your time, Take it all once, Take it in between or will it one day receive it in the end, Cause you are you, And I am I, And these are these, Forever young in time I spend the moments I forget, Home, The shapes we make, The time we spend, The oceans are rising up again, And lightening up the sky, But you are you, And I am I, And we are we, And they are they, And this, It's about time, Cause time will change or stay the same, A feeling though were making joy and pain, And say, I'm just a song being written on a spice shelf, Recorded on an iPhone, Through a guitar, And Solomon sings me, I'm just a make believe, Taking trees, A silence sea to feel free, As the ocean receives, I've found the time, You let it now, You follow into the path never to return again, A sadness covers over you, But it's just part of all that is true, Just temporary here and now, A point of view eternally bound, And I can't see the end, Cause neither do I want to know, I like the fact that it's unknown, And time will take it's course, I'm just eternally bound to the changing times, I feel free as I make it, And I know all changes back to me, Just a path were on sacrifice, A moment's time to take their light, And spread it all around, Cause the moments they are one with you, As you make time and you do you, As the sacred unfolds, Just a part of my imagination, And it's intact with the creative-ation, Stumbling on, x5 Sumbling,