i see that everything i see
turns into a kind of a steam
that has no temperature
no hide and seek
just clear transparency

it's not my fault that i believe
I live off trashes so it's free
apathetic people out of their cold
is not no not my reality

All is free to be what it is but one light
all is free to follow every instruction by degrees
All we feel is a godgiven cloud, a mystery

I see how everything i see
turns into this kind of a steam
and every time i'm reminded
we're here to teach forever
i see how everything is touched beholder is always seen 2