the mode of the flow

fixing onto a seperate beleif
arms held fingers raised together
forgetting all they've come to lose
only you could know what they knew
their hands were in the pot that day
that made them go, that made them say
only left for some greater fuction
if they only knew what they were in
life would be a brilliant thing
if they could think out, speak out, and shout
only you could have known
following the same rules back home
whenever you're done, where you roam
you know that truly there is a matter to be
they don't, they sit, they watch,
you manifest, you begin, you turn
forgetting all that's past
and remembering all that will ever be
there's a response deep inside us
that reaches to the core of things
in their minds, we are the ones
who will keep the mode of the flow