The sun sets over the search of another day
He's synched-up, linked-up…trying to find a way
To shine his bright torch light under the moonlight
What is he looking for? Well he'll know when the times right!
Ominous, hovering over the park its…
Hard to decipher when things are stark lit
Finding the ethereal is always spiritual
But the search so far has yielded nothing physical
Looking within seems like a place to begin
Then going back out to connect with everything
Navigating the map plots and ancient hot spots
He walks and he wonders if he knows when to stop
Hey, wait over there, he think's that he's found it
A glimmer of hope, here's a spot in the pound, sit
Feeling faint flows in the centre of being
The energy knows but he must wait for the seeing

Pollutants left for dead
The crown open on my head
I walk amongst the line
Tapped into cosmic mind
The greater, the other
This force, earth mother
Don't know how to proceed
So proceed to find cover

The search aint fruitless if intention's there
No need to feel despondent, prone to despair
This tense consternation to find with new tools
To uncover the most universal of rules
Making music to seize the words come with ease
This rolling beat is like a nice stroll through the leaves
On a sunny day, my thoughts fade away
And think about the time before yesterday
Life was simple and pure, like it should be
And this time of great joy was all it could be
Connect with something, deep and greater than myself
A return to the source before material wealth
Then turning course and sailing forth into a time now new
There were feelings untold above the heavens it's true
Walking lines of the land were the Yin meets Yang
And tap into the consciousness to overstand

Pollutants left for dead
The crown open on my head
I walk amongst the line
Tapped into cosmic mind
The greater, the other
This force, earth mother
Don't know how to proceed
So proceed to find cover

Tense, trying to unite with the one
To commune with the shift and embrace the next one
Over treelines, I beeline and float till its behind
This limit: 5 senses, 3 dimensions blind
Wanting to share this with all that care its…
The need to prepare, its…the need to beware its…
Such a charged vortex of time we live in
And I know at times it seems so easy to give in
But the only constant in this universe is change
So we can only move with it, and rearrange
Can we open the channels lying dormant in our mind?
Or must some of us stumble if we remain blind…
To surging pulses that circulate
When we're dense and alone & trapped in hate
Or move with the times and the aura of soul
Forcing us to decide if we unite with the whole

Pollutants left for dead
The crown open on my head
I walk amongst the line
Tapped into cosmic mind
The greater, the other
This force, earth mother
Don't know how to proceed
So proceed to find cover