The cocktails we are mixing internally,
the reality it’s concocting, chills me to think.
I’ve got this other craving bubbling from deep.
It has me Hungry for richer blessings and true family.
If I go back, it’s stagnation, gives settling down a new meaning…
and I’ll begin to blend in again. Like a good little chameleon.

No thanks, I’ve been there before, done that, wouldn’t wanna be ya.
The idea of experiencing more gives me claustrophobia.
So I don’t think of it anymore, and now I experience everything more beautifully.
My sights are set on more of the new thing, peace, clarity, and fun approaching.
With these winds in my sails, I’ll see myself to the door,
won’t come between you and what has your heart burning.
on my way to existing wonderfully in this body, I love me.
in a state of bliss, though the furnace burns around me, like it’s nothing.
Because I owe it to my insides to face my outside environment soundly.
A fearless interface coexisting, for real, not pretending.
Being with me, and anybody willing to bring themselves into unity.

The melody leads freely, and waits for nobody,
anyone can tune in and turn on at any time,
but it will always exude a new ring.
Might I forever live in this flow of things?