wake from the haze

The point of living is found within the depths of choice, In every beat of our hearts, the song of life’s voice. Psychoanalysis whispers secrets untold, That we're not just our past, but the future we hold. Life’s an art, a dance of light and dark, We carve our essence like a signature, a mark. To wake from the slumber, the fog, the haze, Is to recognize that each moment's a blaze. What is music? It’s the echo of your soul’s plea, A melody born of what you’ve chosen to see. To be amazing is simple, it starts from within, With each chord and note, let your true self begin. You, the artist, the maker, the dreamer, the doer, Your music is a map to a place that's truer. It’s not about perfection, not about fame, It’s about living, about playing, about feeling no shame. To help others rise, you must rise with them too, And in your laughter, your warmth, let them see through. The truth of the now, the power we own, In each choice we make, the seeds are sown. So live fully, breathe deep, take each step with grace, In the song of life, we all find our place. Be not a fool, not lost in the past, For each moment is now, and that moment will last. You are the one you’ve been waiting to be, Through art, through love, through the wildest decree. So let’s not schmooze, not lose, not booze, But make this world our masterpiece, and never, ever choose to snooze. you are the one be wait waiting be the be being being be king, queen me be mean be being is be what we are art in choice depth of force righteous lore making more make me more make me more making me for make some more score artious righteous forlorn every drip a drop to pour every time kept to be the all the have some more (whore) be more