Is there a right or wrong?
Or are there simply better choices,
That agree with our soul?
The minute we think, we got it right,
We stumble again, on unknown path.
Because life is expansion,
From the divine,
As we make up the rules,
And stand by its side.
Nothing is static,
A constant motion,
We’re simply moulding,
Life again.
Do we love this life,
Or do we dread the unknown?
Or fear the mountains,
That stand tall,
And never cease to be,
Its terrifying piece.
When we stop and reflect,
We realize there’s no right or wrong,
Simply choices, that guide us back home.
As we stumble, upon the answer,
We realize we were never wrong.
Simple journey,
Simple learning,
Or remembering what we knew,
So we can take this insight,
Into our newfound life,
And shout out loud, to the divine.
Saying we’re born again,
Let’s dream out loud,
In this illusionary world,
Where we think out loud,
And write the script.