Can reality run out of space;
or is there room for one more;
can reality, the past replace;
or is it too great a chore.
Are there any limits to love;
is there enough to go round;
showered down from above;
can enough love be found?
Is there abundance of beauty;
flowers to give us our fill;
can I fulfull all my duty;
and satisfy all of God’s will?
I can’t see forests for the trees;
why don’t I just look straight thru;
I can do it, you know, with ease;
my mind really gives me my view.
So, with anything, if I run out;
nothing should cause me fear;
I just give my mind a shout;
and anything I want will appear.
The mind is at the center of being;
telling me who, what and where;
controlling all my hearing and seeing;
and telling me when I am there.
When I’m walking out in the rain;
my mind can make me forgo it;
tho I may not even complain;
will I be dry; or be wet and not know it?