inner balance stretching out in exodus
of inner movements resulting through the breaths of us
in the spectrum of light they call life memories
and therefor where we are seen is the past wrapped into the future dream
exposed in presents gifts that we live to see and
be what you are is a star child
children written upon cosmic astral echoes
let go of yourself and youll still find that theres nothing to let go
we are all the ancient and0 retro, the future and the past
when we come back its the new begining that we sought so fast

what who doesnt know what im saying here yo