Many times I have heard the question what happens to me when I die?
Our souls leave our bodies and the lifeless machine slumps to its knees
You chose to be human
You chose to be unique
Can you really sell your soul?
Can you really sell what you alone can behold?
All the mystery is actually within you
Yet you spend your years looking elsewhere
The feeling, this life, this presence, is all I am
Wanting to replace a paradigm or not, is my choice entirely
Miracles are everywhere or they are nowhere, to you they just don't exist
All our lifeless machines fall to their knees
Its intangible the eternal life force that animates us
An intangible life force
Can you really sell what you alone can behold?
All the mystery is actually within you
Yet you spend your years looking elsewhere
All the mystery is actually within you
Yet you spend your years looking elsewhere
Each of us is insignificant as a singular section
But irreplaceable as a fundamental part of creation
Can you really sell your soul?
Can you separate?