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