We (Piano Piece, 432 hz)

The beauty of eyes that finally see
The shock of mirrors that finally be
The flow of waves from standing still
The limitations of conscious will
The weight of presence in dark space
The ever knowing potential place
The horror of futility
The glaring of reality
The moments of notice aren't that strange
The more we feel, the more we change
From standing still, we rearrange
The more we lose, the more we gain
The more we are, the more we see
The beauty of eyes that finally be
The ever flowing reality
Are we who we think we really might be?
The shock of mirrors that finally be
The glaring of reality
The weight of presence in dark space
The ever knowing potential place