When something arrives That doesn't match your past Your brain kind of stumps You forget to breathe Your shadow self-jumps And you don't have a time to return to because it didn't last The new concept Doesn't define by the old And instinct has always shown To look beyond what you're told Critiquing everything with a fine-tooth comb But don't know what you're looking for because it was never shown Never been one of proper timing But noticed always Time space reality never aligning Do patterns break rigid structures shift, Never knowing halfway but I've sure seen my share Of half-assed Not entirely of my own doing Just seeming to be the reel that cast So on a map Or in the stars from some crossing or just from where we are What are the odds of winning a generational lottery Our past most likely predicts the outcome Can two people break the inherited script that logic provides Is it possible to reshape and confirm what the default system overrides Do we have what it takes an interruption of extreme force Because wisdoms awareness has never been enough to alter course See the pattern and not repeat it Trust enough in something else to not defeat it Survival traits are not destiny And one can learn to treat it according to plan and trust I am enough exactly as I am and trust I am enough exactly as I am The charged electrical space Between your pulse and a Galaxy of stars Is it enough to transfer across the galaxy Like from here to Mars Is midpoint a city I'll take the road that leads to it and if it's a moment I'll stay still and breathe and Ill go with the flow--ill trust in that moment to give it a go because honestly, I really don't know, but something remarkable to gain, not a whole lot to lose for once I will forget what i fear and let the cosmos choose Halfway on the map halfway in the mind halfway in the space between two truths or halfway in linear time Ill follow the signs
