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dreaming and hoping, painting a face
creating images of a beautiful place
imagining feelings of a sweet pace
longing and wishing, awaiting for grace

Easy Somehow

What's this need to be perfection
Who decides the point of "great!"
Who's the judges residing in question
Is there really such thing as "I'm not there yet?"

No one feels safe inside his own skin
Wanting approval and needing some thing
Running and spinning around yourself
Not going anywhere except to the grave

How and who you want to be
It's all right here in a moment called "free"
Nothing to hide behind walls of illusion
Nothing to lose except fear and confusion

Look at the sky, at the grandeur of stars
Sit down on grass and feel the wet dust
Please close your eyes and sink into "now"
Life becomes simple and easy somehow