I was born, this I know
I will die, this too is true
Creation and dissent is beyond the realm of my control.
It is a being, higher than the power of conceived understanding or a collective perception drawn by men of elder years and followed by the lost.
It is the in between
The space been birth and death that is mine.
As the ocean roars; the sun rises and the snow-capped mountains reach for the clouds I control the in between
It is my journey
My fate found and lost
It is in these words; this action that I write the book of me
Disease runs though the body melting the senses with the poison of predators that prey on the weakness within ourselves
The disease is dead inside this shelter of blood and bones, but can rise from the grave if my will is dissolved
Each day must be an awakening
A power from within reminding us of the control we have of the in between
Become a leader, a follower, a journeyman in the path of life partnered with the passion in your soul
In between, we are fueled by the energy of compassion
Tempted by the fruits of sin
Inspired by wings of rich colors painting the canvas of Earth’s beauty
Each step forward exploits a chance meeting with destiny
Give life the kiss of karma and begin now a look forward
The tunnel is clear
Let the bright colors of the rainbow be your light
Imagine it now