With faith I hope for life to arrive,
I have to admit, I’m the one to decide,
To give life in physical form a chance,
I’ve learned of the non-physical dance,
I interact in society the best I can,
To know life & to know who I am,
Am I wrong in the assumptions I think?
As I sit, taking sips, of the coffee I drink,
That’s probably it, I analyze everything,
This shows a frictional way of being,
One thing leads to another in a smooth way,
How the time moves through the day,
Of course time moves forward on a clock,
Psychologically it is a boat with no dock.