To clear myself I must find peace within.
But how, when all I know is dynamic?
Constant as the tides, visible as night.
What is peace; I cannot say.
Nor can you, I will say.
That place between the empty and the full,
The numb and the sensitive,
The sea and the sky.
But I've strayed again I see,
Back into this illusion.
Life is a facade for the truth that persists,
Shrouded in black and white between the grey which cannot exist.
Know that you and I were inroduced to a preconceived notion.
The sky is blue, the grass is green, the night is black...
And you'll never know the contrary in this cage.
So open your eyes and lose the way.
Close your eyes or lose your way.