I'll meet you on a distant star on which we'll both reside, that vibrates with our own frequency, a higher level of cosmic life. Existence is resistence of those earthly things you'll find yourself in the palm of their hands only to understand that the plan that you have is different from that man's. The cries from this land we can't understand if all we think about is our own voice, we can't continue this trend, we can't make amends. We can't use up everything until it bends. Space and time won't cater to our desires if all we do is feed those fires of negative emotion in the ocean of love and hate, of tiny notions of the presence of fate, of all those potions consuming our state of mind. We find nothing in this life is a lie, it's just a heavy blind pulled over our eyes. Until I find what really lies at the pit of my being, I won't decide exactly how I plan to live this life, this life of mine, this life of mine.