Are you living in the mainstream
And do you even want to be
Are you fearful of aloneness
Do you struggle to be free
Do your eyes refuse to see it
The truth before their view
Can you ever hope to touch it
Or will it never come to you
Do the people really see you
Behind your outer shell
Can they glimpse what you are hiding
In your quiet, private hell
Is your heart completely broken
Can you teach your soul to soar
Or does that mask you wear prevent you
From ever opening the door
When the mystic fire evades you
And the beautiful seems far
Can you hear the sacred music
There within your shuttered jar
If the real does not entice you
And the dream cannot be touched
Will you ever find your place
Can you let go of your crutch
You think there's safety in your hiding
And you do not see the harm
If you cannot join the world soon
I'm afraid you might be gone
Pieces of your life go by
Like leaves upon the wind
And you make no move to stop them
And you cannot see the sin
If a word can make us human
Then a touch can make us whole
I can hear your inner crying
And I know what's on your soul
Can we feel I AM within us
Can we let ourselves exist
In the morning of our suffering
We begin to see what is
Live on
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