It gets to time when you feel right
And sometimes you just feel high
It gets to times when you think you might
But then times get hard
And you ask yourself if you’re right.
It get to times when you want to live life
And then you feel strange…
Like transition…
Like transcending…
Like a trance…
You feel everything…
TRANS.
Then you’re confused
For you’re asking what?
Then you’re curious
About what this other place is?
About who made it?
Who stay in it?
Who goes there?
And what they do there?
Life becomes strange
And everyday
This feeling comes anew
In different forms
And shape
But passing one message…
TRANS.
MOVEMENT…
From one world
To another.
At times like this
I look up
To him that knows best…
To creator of me
And the rest.
At that moment i realize…
That being far
From him and his word
Makes you feel the transition.
Being far from him
Gives you the creeps.
But then,
It takes a child
To know the absence of a father…
For being close
Brings you to a beautiful now…
And forever more.
Maithought... 