The Peace. by The Traveler Lyrics
I feel a beautiful detachment coming over my head and heart. I've hit the ground in my mind, and it's filled to the peak with mist and oceans. Now I stand high, and maintain my calm and peace within myself while I become one with the surrounding trees and purple flowers. All coming together in symphony. Serenading the stars in the sky and green grass of slick below.
I sit on my cushion-less chair with pride because the ground I feel beneath my aggressors chair is far more beautiful than the papers and pencils placed before me for their outlander theories. When the sand flies, I love its beauty. Rain sits on top of the clouds and waits for its time to start anew by erasing closed minded theories that lay in on building sides depicting nothing but dark suits of green and grey.
In my world I pose many questions. The sky has a place for everyone, so let me save myself. Asking the question will take you so far, asking yourself if you know the answer already will take you beyond our planes of sight.
I want to die with my dreams out in the sky. Life won't be my messenger, and it will never be my giver. Nothing works like that, but it can... So let's save it while your soul is still part of the playlist I used to shuffle through until I found a favorite.
Forget a suite and a florist. Bury with hoodie and a casket painted by the hands of my friends turned family. I'll open my chest to life and its secrets. I want to feel the pain, but not without a warm hand on mine. Add 7 diamonds and jewels to the centre line flowing down your body.
Without fighting ourselves, we can maintain being crazy and intelligent.
Through our wrong ideas, we get things right.
I will jump our fences. We will tie our shoes together and throw them wide. Our ocean isn't a world away, but making each other worth it makes the trip we all take one of respect transferred from soul to soul. Then through the world. Float from room to room; over the waters; and further from the lies of the physical world. Find your abandoned island.
What I feel loops itself in my mind, telling me it's sanity. I am the captain of my ship, and my ghost will stray free from my ashes.
Never to be afraid I sit cross legged in a state of constant calm, soaring through paradise with my eyes close.
I. Am. Free.
I sit on my cushion-less chair with pride because the ground I feel beneath my aggressors chair is far more beautiful than the papers and pencils placed before me for their outlander theories. When the sand flies, I love its beauty. Rain sits on top of the clouds and waits for its time to start anew by erasing closed minded theories that lay in on building sides depicting nothing but dark suits of green and grey.
In my world I pose many questions. The sky has a place for everyone, so let me save myself. Asking the question will take you so far, asking yourself if you know the answer already will take you beyond our planes of sight.
I want to die with my dreams out in the sky. Life won't be my messenger, and it will never be my giver. Nothing works like that, but it can... So let's save it while your soul is still part of the playlist I used to shuffle through until I found a favorite.
Forget a suite and a florist. Bury with hoodie and a casket painted by the hands of my friends turned family. I'll open my chest to life and its secrets. I want to feel the pain, but not without a warm hand on mine. Add 7 diamonds and jewels to the centre line flowing down your body.
Without fighting ourselves, we can maintain being crazy and intelligent.
Through our wrong ideas, we get things right.
I will jump our fences. We will tie our shoes together and throw them wide. Our ocean isn't a world away, but making each other worth it makes the trip we all take one of respect transferred from soul to soul. Then through the world. Float from room to room; over the waters; and further from the lies of the physical world. Find your abandoned island.
What I feel loops itself in my mind, telling me it's sanity. I am the captain of my ship, and my ghost will stray free from my ashes.
Never to be afraid I sit cross legged in a state of constant calm, soaring through paradise with my eyes close.
I. Am. Free.