Myself telling me what to do
Guidance
Like every one should
Feel it arround our bodies
Intangible
But you know when it is near
Mystical
Fictional
Yet telling what to do
Hear me cus I'm taking you home
With it as a guide you are not alone
We've come to know one
Animal
To serve you as a model
Lyrical
No strive to make sense
Cus the words are not dead
And I let them go where they should
Aren't we tripping together?
Anything to show us the way
We as physical
Day as ritual
Everything as spiritual
Life as mythical
I'm just a cynical
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