1. |
Parade
02:29
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2. |
Quantum Hymn
02:23
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3. |
Believe
03:21
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An altered light reflecting as it glistens through the trees,
the colors swapping places and the shadows won’t stop dancing.
There’s something moving everywhere,
the moments always changing and
defying definition, it declares its meaning plain.
Lift your eyes, it’s waiting right before you
to realize it’s gone before it’s here.
Don’t be shy, the invitation’s free, but don’t deny
the promise that it makes.
Believe
Traveling unconsciously put one foot after next,
Always going somewhere it’s a blur that you ignore, but when you
blink it disappears, returning
when you do, revealing
you create the scene, which also means that you can change it, too.
Believe
Infinite, just another lonely atom
bit by bit, distracted by the parts.
Ride the wave, it’s a wash of new connections, just be brave
jump into everything.
Believe
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4. |
I Can See You Now
03:42
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Any time I need you
All I do is close my eyes.
I can see you now.
A world appears to me
Once I realize.
I can see you now.
The light a distant promise
Near yet so far away
But it belongs to us today.
Every day.
Anyway.
Moments I’ve imaged
I don’t need to wonder why.
I can see you now.
When I’m confused, there’s
One thing that I can’t deny
I can see you now.
What if we found our senses
False the only truth?
Would we forgive our fears?
What if our intuition was
Coded in our hearts?
Would we know it without tears?
I can see you now.
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5. |
Sometimes
02:54
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The outlook’s grim
That’s what they’re saying.
Chance will never favor us again.
The story’s told
The ending written
Where we’re going’s only where we’ve been.
There’s nothing we can do.
So, don’t even bother trying
There’s no excuse
No explanation
Nothing makes sense, and then:
Sometimes, I listen closely
Sometimes I can hear
Sometimes, when the noise is loudest
Sometimes something’s near.
Sometimes, I change my focus
Sometimes I can see
Sometimes, when we least expect it
Something better can be.
So, don’t look up
Just keep it down.
Keep doing what you’re supposed to do.
It’s been decided
The verdict given
The battle lost before it started.
How will we find
On old paper peeling from the walls
Stained and disfigured, a witness we’ll never know.
What can we do
Through cracked windows and broken pipes
Used up before, but this home is ours.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, when it’s darkest
Sometimes, I close my eyes.
Sometimes, there’s an exception
Sometimes I realize.
Sometimes, you get me thinking
Sometimes there’s a sign
Sometimes, we should demand it
Something yours and mine.
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6. |
Message To Myself
03:46
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It’s been awhile since we first spoke,
You’ve got all the notes now
You’re in on the joke.
What you know isn’t just what you knew
You’re subsequently me
I was formerly you.
So, what’s new?
The way things were is how they are
What’s worse for you
Is only bad, so far.
You can see what we should have done
My bet it’s the climate
Sorry about that one.
You see, the news tells us it’s a mess.
So, we just hunker down
And get by, I guess.
Every hour seems so long
Then the years add up
Even though they’re gone.
And that’s the thing I’ve got to say
It’s me there tomorrow,
Once it becomes today.
The future isn’t what’s ahead
It’s where we’re living
What we’re doing instead.
There’s no difference to explain
You aren’t someone else
We’re one in the same.
My message to myself is this vow:
Be in the moment
Live right now.
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Jonathan Salem Baskin Chicago, Illinois
i'm a writer, musician, and science junkie.
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