We set arbitrary measures of all that is around us
All guilty the lesson no one learns
Keeping score makes no sense there is no end
Everyone you know everything you are
Understand simple things; contemplate the teen-age years
Purpose is what you are looking for and why
My breath of life your breath of life; breath of God
You have old sounds written in stone
Does this sound familiar
Each essence Naad
A manifestation brought clearly
Resuming changed by a moment
Ordinary
Nothing
Each now new
Artificial is natural in this world we believe we comprehend enough
Significance you find in your life no one else
I want you to be easier on yourself; twenty five is something
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