Just discovered this in an old notebook. I don't remember writing a single word of this. How fucked up was I? I'm gonna guess really fucked up. Torn between two rocks Which one, why not both And if its my place What was up Now not so much Rugs been pulled And now the stance slips on oil Even after whats been boiled down to chance Truth Like oil Leads the final dance Write down dreams & Read in between To the universe as we know it And all of what we don’t Only thru pattern of thought, Do we envision that Broad range, without ego When the soul is active Your every need finds its way to you When the time is right Remind others What have we learned students? Nothing is certain Or the same for any of us Refrain from giving free info Especially priceless pieces We don’t own anything But the moment In tune Or out Always remember the root of your path And beware of equal and opposite Your spirit guide is your closest response From God Theres a couple more like this too.