This day feels exactly just like yesterday and the day before,
And the day before, and the day before, and the day before
and the day before.
But I’m not bored, no I’m not bored
Because in every moment I find things to adore.

The song of frogs and birds and sleeping bag nights beneath the stars
Seeing comets streaking across the sky, earthworms move fore endless hours
The world is so large, and so fantastically small
Its beauty and mysticism available to everyone.

I couldn’t care any less that you don’t think like me,
But don’t blame me, for my partial privileged
Cause we’re all constrained byproducts of a time we live in
Sculpted from molds of space and emptiness
The world’s so formal and yet filled by silence.

Once upon a time we all budded from two single cells
Growing, growing, dividing, multiplying.
Cells develop in complexity and eventually achieve consciousness.

The Life you think you’re living is just looking through a lens
Time is forever flowing backwards, we’re just stuck here on this train.
I’ve lived and died a hundred times and know nothing to be real.
Cause everything I see and read are simple reflections of Light.
The smells and touch I experience, sporadic signals in the darkness
Cause when I close my eyes…