In all lives they called me the outsider.

There was no obstacle too big but there was always great loss.

 

Persia, England, China, Scandinavia, America – Heaven.

There is no place I can’t find you.

 

I may live here a mortal and you yourself high above.

There is no place I cannot go.

 

But you are mine, I am yours. Our alternate lines will reach us one way or another.

There is no law that can hold me.

 

I have fulfilled my duty, I have lived wise – a sage. Do not abandon me.

There is no god that can separate us.

 

If you let go. I will lose, not only my will – my spirit, mind and body will be dust.

There is no other way, no other path.

 

You will come down or I will bring the sky down.

There is no other life, no other dream, no other me.

 

Or you can leave me to the wolves. And I will waste away – waiting until the end of time.

There is no alternate reality, place and time other then this.

 

What is light without it’s companion shadow.

I will scare away the ghosts, they fear the dark because they don’t know what it is.

 

Bat to bird. Bird to turtle. Turtle to fish.

We all swim in different frequencies and levels of viscosity.

 

Are we truly so different when the language of music, love and math is always the same.

I will fend off the world for your arrival, I will keep prying eyes at bay.

 

I won’t tell if you don’t.

There is no secrets left to hide – I’m off the grid in another timeline but every other life we’ve lived still counts.

 

What I say is still impossible.

While fate fails, it falls to destiny. Starry to Skye I am returning your call.

 

The place you live is just a privilege by name.

Home is where ever you are.

 

Privilege is a handout, a crutch.

We mark our own lands with our dreams.

 

Where two is one.

One speaks for two. Prism disperse.