The Task At Hand

Sit outside and sip my coffee taking in the fact that this is life

Separate the truth from all these feelings I still keep inside

Sometimes you shift and sever slowly at your suffering

When all the while you had the chance to come outside and learn to breathe

And I'm in love with everything that moves I feel connections

I'm so elated with my state don't make no misconceptions

Contort my limbs to form this temple to a work of art

Lazily mistaking craving happiness was blown apart

I'm up and over what I used to search to find my glory

These lightbulbs hang around my head

This holy matrimony starts with the bond between your state of mind and learning lessons

Taking in the massive weight and all the cards your dealt with