Yeah… I’m walkin’ in the dream — wide awake, eyes closed, still seein’ everything. No break in the beat, no line in the sand — it’s all me, it’s all here, it’s all part of the plan. I made the scene, wrote the script, hit play, then forgot my lines — till today. Now I’m laughin’ with the mirror, sayin’, “Girl, you wrote this — remember?” Ain’t two, ain’t three, ain’t “them versus me,” just one big rhythm hummin’ endlessly. Every face, every voice, every move in the show is the one same source with a different flow. So I boogie with the chaos, slow dance with the calm, snap my fingers to existence like psalm after psalm. Ain’t lost, ain’t found — just playin’ pretend, in this dream I made to wake up again. I am all that is… I am all that moves… Dreamin’ God awake… and groovin’ to the truth. There’s only one of us here. And we’ve got good taste in music.
