Beautiful Noise

In the garden of my notebook, I plant seeds
In the darkness of solitude I water hope onto what I can’t see
Give it the light of my heart until the words spring
And these notes sing
From the branches of this loose leaf —

Letting truth speak from underground bunker beats
Plowing fields of the unknown, we…
Work this earth to feel that sun and summer breeze
Harvest from inert dirt the fruits reaped
Out of your labor with the golden sun
What a view we’re holding from
Standing on a cloud sky running over sea

Everything!
Contains a price
Except that hunger’s free
Well we need a bite
So have a share in this hunter’s keep
Aim for higher goals like a punter’s reach
We are spelunkers going deep…

So listen in
Whispering wind in trees
Speaking an Infinite wisdom to me —
“Outside is a dream, living within me projected, affecting all that I see”
Message in reflection, but we don’t know how to read
Restless disconnection, but we don’t know how to breathe
So we listen in and enjoy
The instruments in this beautiful noise

In the garden of my notebook, I plant seeds
In the darkness of solitude I water hope onto what I can’t see
Give it the light of my heart until the words spring
And these notes sing
from the branches of this loose leaf
Letting truth speak
Beautiful noise

Marveling at the nature of things
Borrowing time from the Creator
Yeah I’ll pay her back later
Through the experience that I bring

Translate it onto paper
Use it as my wings
Taking off at dawn’s vapor
Spreading the ink
Across the skyline like a painter
All before the morning blink

It’s time rise in rebellion of the night
Open your eyes wide from these dreams
To a brand new color scheme of sight
Navigating high tides and dark landscapes
We are Magellan’s of the Light
At war with ourselves; it’s a hell of a fight,
We plan our great escape through a way to tell it right
So intelligent—excel in what we write

Cultivate our will — yeah we build what we like
We’re not here to live
We’re here to feel life
And I’m that fool after peace
Seeking jewels in this masterpiece

So when that garden I harvest starts to decay…
Me?
I’ll remain still
Witness my weave unravel in this tapestry

In the garden of my notebook, I plant seeds
In the darkness of solitude I water hope onto what I can’t see
Give it the light of my heart until the words spring
And these notes sing from the branches of this loose leaf
Letting truth speak
Letting truth speak
Beautiful noise

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