Bear in mind it's all played on an acoustic guitar, being recorded on a cellphone. Only really intended to record drum tracks over...but here we are.

Ethereal pulsating sounds of temporal survival
The day to day rhythmic monotony somehow comforting

Left, right, left, right
Inconsistency you fight
It'd be a sore of a sight

Running, Running; Round and Round
Cat and Mouse; Dog Pound
Mouth longs for tail; it never stops

The endless chase

Then a rewind
Before the rat race

The fall....

....of grace

Sublime nothingness

Familiar suspension like amniotic fluid

Elegantly you churn and twirl into it's warm
Pink gel clouds

It's a lullaby from another time

Sonic subtleties of being ego free, comfortably
Just.....just maybe it's the sirens' embodiment in that homely tree

Don't wander complacently...
The consequence you can see

On your feet again

Survival
Not to win

Or maybe for something more

I love the repeating pulses
That pump as heartbeats
The heart of the Earth
Soothing as...
The afterglow of birth

I love bliss the same

Lets go there again....

As a feather falls weaving to and fro

The decent into a forrest's transient flame

So tenderly with acceptance that's true
Something to admire; me and you

Edges start to frey and curl with recourse

Not a struggle

The warm expanding air
Providing lift

It's acceptance of that true
Oh true as it is
What it is
A gift