genre: Electronic Pop
Patterns (Vocal Mix)
Patterns emerging, patterns converging,
in this ocean of time,
conscious expansion, as the thoughts take a leap,
higher levels are
reached, the eye is awakened,
and the portals are breached,
These questions seem to come, while I sip my coke and rum, but I'll pass them through my mind anyway,
And the ripples hit the edge, I grip the glass so hard, I forgot my New-Year pledge, to stop the years, all fade away!
And if we're all slowed down light, and if we're filtered through a prism, perhaps there's a trillion angel's in the tip of a pin, singing Kyrie Eleison!
These questions seem to swing, in rhythmic hammock motion, I feel the ozone sting, so I slap on sun-screen lotion!
My new W.I.P!