Do I have to sign it? It's not like it belongs to me Every thought I ever had Came to be Do I have to own it? Or can I set it free. My art your heart Your art my heart We are meant to be free.

Wild thought What if we can just breathe Allow the existence to unfold As it will Wild thought What if you can just be Free from all you have to achieve Wild thought What if energy is real And all you need Is set yourself free?

Faith is a concept of knowing the result Before the result happens In the space deep within Somewhere between the corner of my heart and my liver Lies a knowing of the path in front Softly I shatter the boundaries of old beliefs To let the little spark shine brightly My fears shrink to the size of a peanut Too stale to eat Too tasty to pass I chat with the imaginary futures With the roads unfolding Guided exclusively by inner wisdom Gathered through torture of the past We are