As a Spirit
I'm in this as a spirit,
Looking for familiar grounds,
I'm glad that I get the chance,
To walk in this temporal world,
What am I here for?
What should I do well?
I'm looking up to pick pieces,
And dance in this, Finite world of pain,
That suffering creates avenues for intrigue,
Yet I wonder does it need to be tragic?
To birth the new that changes the world,
The left and right brain all synchronized,
To be optimal in a utopia plateau,
Yet seeing the possibilities that may surmise.