Off The Page...

Ive got too many words to say

I stutter fall of the page

Because who i am cant be defined in hours or days

youve gotta spend a whole millennia to figure my out

Cos im still discovering myself and what im all about

I’m morphing, transforming changing in front of your face

Shapeshifting, My home is neither in that or this place

Cos on the molecular level most of me is empty space.

The music i produce is merely a starter, hes a brief taste. 

And well you think what your observing of me is physical matter

But im not solid, im moving, constantly improving and grooving

The Waves of vibrational change are so soothing

Listen to your heart and hear all of the music

That surrounds us all around, and resounds in every sound

Bring the out of tune into a tune and the out of bounds into bounds

Figuring more strength lies in discovering the oneness of all

Then attempting to separate myself like a robotic entity waiting for a beck and call.