I’m on my hands and knees at the edge of my ego.
I stare over the cliff and into the depths, what’s left?
If I drop the veil what’s left of me? Can I get a peek?
I feel like I’m playing hide and seek with destiny.
How can I help it find me?

Karmic bond, two rights and a wrong.
Clashing with waves and treading water
trying to keep my head while the storm rages on,
remembering my best moments as if observing above me,
watching eternity playing me through the act perfectly.
The moments between epiphanies I’m playing along, improv.
Hopping and skipping over the steps you’ve left.

I’m just drifting at the surface, I want to dig in.
doing my best to do what I’ve seen.
Trying to picture my best into being.
At this rate, each day’s a blossoming opportunity
to be the greatest I’ve ever been and whole, so full of good things.
I accept this role with my spirit, body, and soul.