Grasping the unreachable.
Is like learning the unteachable.
We wake up in the morning just to face another day.
Asking ourselves if this where we really want to stay.
Tomorrow's here to spead it's fear.
As yesterday must dissappear.
And inbetween we paint a scene.
Asking God, what does it mean.
A lesson learned without a book.
Requiring only that you look.
At moutains that rise up above.
The clouds that cover up God's love.
With open heart and open mind.
The love of truth is what you'll find.
This is not what you'll learn in college.
It's an ethereal sence of graceful knowledge.
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