The moon is hanging out now
Over palm trees that stand erect
It’s light is painting white clouds
While the palm trees don’t object
While looking for answers
My senses are refined
Cresting my center
Evoking the world with my mind
The breeze toys with the branches
As the cats come out to hunt
It’s a projection on a canvas
All this splendor right in front
While looking for answers
My senses are refined
Cresting my center
Evoking the world
Cresting the center
Evoking my mind
No more confusion and no more alien worlds
No more frustration, desire to be somewhere else
There is nothing to discover
And no-thing to overcome
While looking for answers
My senses are refined
Cresting my center
Evoking the world
While looking for answers
My senses are refined
Cresting my center
Evoking the world with my mind
Evoking the world (the world with my mind)
Evoking the world (the world with my mind)
Evoking the world my mind