Four years away from the apple in the east,
water and yoga are your air and breath.
Writing a music journal about finding the love,
without losing the spirit and all of the death.
You may have met me in a quantum life,
this is my first and last dance in existance.
At least that’s why I’m leading the life I do,
overcoming the odds and all the resistance.
We need to make the loop in this life,
the ride is never quite as expected.
A philosophy student of oricalic Jung,
looking for others with the base erected.
I have little use for any kind sex god,
psychotherapy can mostly be pleasing.
Counseling happens every moment with me,
unpresumptuous in respect and subtle reasoning.
The fifth dimention will seem like the stone age,
after experiencing each of the quantem thirteen.
A Renaissance of everything is what we’re in now,
with etherial beats waving with circles in between.
Dancing with Ghosts tonight and forever,
there is always a weekly spinning retreat.
Rhythm is my god and dance is how I worship,
on the floor is the first place we’ll ever meet.