Bagger Vance, Bagger Vance,
Come on kid put on your big boy pants.
Tuck in your lower lip and get a grip on this.
Life. Get a hold on this life.
Let the light shine in.
I see through the charade.
It isn’t like it has been.
ten equals ten this rings true.
Counting in dimensions as the light
pours through the cracks.
Can’t tell if this is sunshine
or a train coming down the tracks.
Either way, I chose to bask.
Fearless. Out of reach. Only there for the view.
Stuck between this life and then the one that I’ve been living.
Can’t remember how it started
but I know just how it departed.
I remember it like I was the one mapping.
I never tiptoe it’s always head-first I’m jumping.
What’s it been? What’s it been like ten years?
Yeah alright, time to look toward the bright lights.
Time to take the leap and wake up from this sleep.
Shining from the sky inside me.
Intuitions so bright they guide me.
Synchronicities spin me playfully,
dancing, while they lead me into anything.
The things we can see
when we follow these strings into their endings.