There is always a sense of insufficiency
And you find yourself in the market place
Arguing over a price for a commodity
you already own.
You wake up and there you are my friend
A reservoir of light and
a warehouse of timeless beauty.
when you listen to your senses
We see a horse standing on all fours
And we believe it is awake:
The truth is he is sound asleep.
Now forget about the horse
And wakeyourself up.
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