Could It Be
we choose our destinies
we influence reality
we surf the waves of time
we travel whither we will
fate is merely an illusion
we are fate's own engineers
our limitations are self-imposed
we could fly if we thought we could
the well-spring of life is belief
faith is what everyone's lacking
we don't even have a mustard seed
shadows falling down, crashing to earth
dance a dance
spin around reality
hold the world in the palm of your hand
cradle it there, in all its beauty
imagine what a tiny planet this is
yet how many lives interwoven are upon it
you, me, everyone else
just six degrees apart
the inability to believe
in the impossible
is the greatest to
cross the path of humankind
touch the sky
steal a star
but that's physically impossible
equations outlaw such dreams
approximations are to be taken
with a grain of salt
the world is greater than that
which we are able to see
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