They say that sometimes you have to change your view.
Tweak your perspective. Change your thoughts to enhance the mystical brew.
They say that sometimes you have let go to hold on.
Put a spin upon your directive. Change your ways to keep the mind from going wrong.
They say, they say.
Is there any other better way?
The answers to too many questions are always hidden in the universal thoughts of the Everyman.
Like the tiny threads in the chaotic pool of tiny sand.
Will I count each one to find the answers I search for,
digging deep to its core?
Or will I take off my shoes and walk bare foot across the beach’s shore?
In every choice there are a million doubts.
Yet with each destination we might find a billion different routes.
So what does one choose, when steep upon the edge,
tip toeing across the ledge?
To the traveler we’ll seek,
to the soul searching we’ll peak.
To the songs of coyote, and breath of moon clouds,
we’ll walk bare foot across our doubts.
To the faith in our fate,
we’ll undoubtedly trust.