Sometimes you need to think in braille
To see what life’s nobly bits are teaching you
A soul rebel sometimes needs a shake up
Free up some space between your ghost and your shell
Set yourself free!
A core thing!
Dreams, imagination, a trip from inside your mind
All is energy and you are all that there is to you
It could be a load of crap
But it is your load
You own it
Drive it
Break out!
Dig a tunnel in the air
Flush doubts down the sewer
Just maybe, ‘star gates’ are for real
