i had this funny little feeling,
that the worlds about to change,
there were speedbumps past the auras,
no one else will say my name.

and the ground stood still for moments,
that i thought would always shake,
we assume but while were guessing,
our temple comes at stake.

and we shift to outside sources,
and we say "this isnt me",
no one said you were important,
no one told you who to be.

i see romance in the secular,
anonymity, and free,
i see breathing room in woodsy paths,
distinguished in the breeze.

i dont work for second pennies,
i dont chase the seven seas,
god knows only when you tease a cat
its as content as can be.

in the order of the wise man,
hold three things so close to you,
intuition, needs, and those you love,
in that order all holds true.