and without feeling we"d be blank,  like slate of cold crushed under tank

a tank of sorrow it would be and I don"t want it over me

 for it will squeeze my life within and fill my cup with sadness to the brim

a cup I"ve born for  all my days, a cup that tastes with all my ways

the paths I"ve threaded shine inside for all that life is like a roller ride

a path that"s taken with a pure mind and start it like a child- you"re almost blind

then eyes are wide with pure joy. it"s nothing like before -an empty void

a step you make a path you take, unfolds our story truly wake

as voyagers we shall remain through life and then- another plain

for our eyes are born with stars in them and kind of vibe"s in us- like cosmic jam

 harmonics flow beyond yet we can harness them in closed hands - a little pond