The Art Of Being

In the kaleidoscope of my mind

There is a place I visit from time to time

Where the grass is more lush and the water’s pristine

I often see this place in a dream

The blueprint to my soul, happens in that meditative state

In the subway car of roses, I tend to feel great

The window to my conscious is something I revere

This, my love, is the art of being real

In the pits of disparity, my body transcends

I really don’t want this feeling to end

This flow state has me in the art of being present

It’ll surely heal me of my depression

The art of being here now is key

That is how I truly succeed

Won't let yesterday weigh me down

The weight of it won't leave me proud

This is what's it's like to be in the art of being