The Lotus (Feat Berry Weight Astrid Engberg & ASM)

Don't you ever get
The feeling of finding something
You didn't know that you had lost?
Something
That gives you piece of mind
That you keep close at any cost.

That will make you feel the horizontal
And live the vertical ways
To me it is often a piece of some rhythmical phrase.

Whatever it is
It will set you free
And let the one of pieces of your memories
Turn in to pictures of quiet beauty
At least it works for me.

Pictures like
lotus that slowly unfolds
And morning light
On silent railroads

Yes, yes, one two, yo, one two, yo.

Feeling every day during morning meditation
Waking up for the third time today,
Taking my place amongst the cherry tree blossoms
Sipping upon the nectar of the life through the straw 
In sight feel the light through a prismic refraction collide the scopic visions
Giving life by your dream over fiber-optic rhythm
Propelling itself to the ether to keep a lunch box
Filled to the brim with raw soil and some sun spots
Some lost it before they knew they had it in the first place the worst-case scenario the Earth takes
Then they(?) cheer(?) up(?) abuse(?) from us so who to trust?
Up the emerald sea and the sense(?) see(?)
Empty conversations by the moonlight soon might lead us to a place of mind frame that is beyond clean ego perpetuation
Keeping expect to chase the dreams in the world where wicked must raise self(?) free(?)
On the scene(?) lean on the glean(?) find a path then burst through the seams and the creed that rules everything around us
Love must prevail
And every moment is a holy grail.

Whatever it is
It will set you free
And let the one of pieces of your memories
Turn in to pictures of quiet beauty
At least it works for me.

Yeah.
And yo, whatever it is don't let it get out of touch
When a family peers, two kids with true love
You must take the time to appreciate
The world wonders are painted when the pieces spray
Believe in great powers of creativity
The nature's ways sun rains on a river see
All emotion sink in a flow and constantly open to all this life's potion
Know enough that the more that you find out my drought had to form a dead end 'cause the sun's down
This time now to cherish the small matters and not chit chatter away like the mad hatter
Because we're all stuck in one of the lands
Offices longer(?) than(?) rocks come and tumbling
You want to hand in the best [bad word] glove
Because the life is too short to let the stress eat you up.