that thereíll be no war

so many patterns from the same inkwell

we seem not to know what to expect

over and over we act like weíre blind

still itís all so correct

 

          Leaves of memories swirl around us

          in the spinning air

          and we dance with everything

          that we have ever done

          have ever been

          And as we whirl along

          more memories are falling

          from the very places

          where dreams are born

          and bloom

          into the present

          in every world

          the Tree of Life goes on and on

 

So rise up

happiness is here, you know

thereís much to see

yes, rise up

where it all expands

it is a waking dream

so many epochs from the same inkwell

all in all they still reflect

over and over beyond our sense of time

still itís all so correct

over and over and over and over

over and over

 

Over and over

beyond our sense of time

itís all so correct

itís all so correct

itís all so correct 

  

 

It's All So Correct

 

Moving 

people moving all the time

we never stop

losing

losing bigger insights

we just forgot

so many stories from the same inkwell

rivers of lives we intersect

over and over back and forth through time

itís all so correct

 

Imagine

having everything you need

not wanting more 

picture it

picture us deciding

   

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