Breathe; feel and see,
these waves carry your body
enveloping until the will to be
dissolves like you’re every nobody
It remedies ails of the soul
make it religion, be the new convert
we seek what would make a whole
through methods open or covert
The truth, a slave, carries heavy chains
and walks alone in spite that all is it’s own
it’s willing to shoulder gruesome pains
for which you and I must someday atone
Breathe; make and power magic
I can hear the universe laughing at the show
find yourself beyond tragedy and the comedic
if you read the end of the script you would know
Little Borrowers 