The Transition
My mind reaches limits but my soul searches purpose
Mind over matter they say, but sometimes a small mind is worthless
This is my free speech and I mean let it free
Let the fire grow inside us, no reward guarantees
Say more than you can say, think all that you can think of
When the brain falls silent, find the heart and rise it above
My soul is showing me that this is why I exist
Let me see you all perform greatness, do you get the gist?
I believe in the endless universe and I believe it in me
This is the end of "I'm not good enough", this is what I want you to see
Go out the earth if you must, seek your inner ambition
Join me now, please, this is the transition.
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