As I breathe, I dive into the ocean
The pigeon on the windowsill
The sound of me being still
It now makes sense
I’ve lost this skill
Long time ago, when I was a boy
The fourth dimension seem like a toy
There were no Gods
There was just me
Swimming in the darkness
That shines so bright
In the tummy, I kick, I fight
Which part of YOU will swim ashore?
Real wisdom, don’t talk, it’s pure
The time is now
So swim my boy, and dive just under
These words are blank, ego feels hunger.


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