Examining and looking we find answers but there is always more. Progression is always relative to before. Everything around me is in process of change. I was young yesterday and tomorrow I grow old. I see matter moving through space but what makes it go? Am I my skin or my bones? When I deny my insides what does it mean to feel? Will I have courage to find understanding, to face my fears? Tomorrow’s losses show light on today’s gains. And all this time that peace bone was in the dinosaur’s wing
Examining and looking we find answers but there is always more. Progression is always relative to before. Everything around me is in process of change. I was young yesterday and tomorrow I grow old. I see matter moving through space but what makes it go? Am I my skin or my bones? When I deny my insides what does it mean to feel? Will I have courage to find understanding, to face my fears? Tomorrow’s losses show light on today’s gains. And all this time that peace bone was in the dinosaur’s wing