Man is controlled, and subject to her discovery.
Woman controls herself.
You create a destiny of interference if you like.
An already-destined union.
One is timed, the other times herself.
If one were to be ready,
And continue without the other,
No examples, none of my sisters and brothers
Would make it created.
Inside we train the union to maximize benefit.
Angel follows us, mapping the future.
Designed to know ourselves,
He is controlled and she…
Designed to control herself
Timing of the next generation.
Be, be, be.
Tell me when you’re ready,
A world of future awaits.
We are watched as well as watching.
The parts of us we care for see us in candle lit bathtime
And grand hallucinations of common sense.
A beautiful bigger picture always smiles at the small
And worrisome inconsistencies.
It’s ok that you do not match
For all of you to mismatch, then you are actually very alike.
The best way to tell if you’re conscious is do not ask.
There is no end, and when we choose
To work in risk for the universe
We cradle along with us the angels.
Prepare to view our excitements and foresee
Protect our vibrational occurrences.
We imagine a “better me”
Now I am able to create it.
Now they say, “we’re here, it’s okay, you can grow.”
“Didn’t you know?”
It’s okay, we’re here now you can grow.
A small love is never small.
Show us your pretty likings.
We are yours to accept beneath the shallow parts
Of rainwater containments,
A possible lake is never pessimistic.
You love you and have stepped outside
Only for a lifetime,
And now…
I love you.