At
some point you have to quit...
You can't hold your breath or a finished love,
You can't tell fairy tales to a grown child,
You can't postpone a choice the heart has already made,
You can't give the ticket back once you make the trip.
You can't pretend you didn't see a sad friend,
A mistake in the text,
You can't hold your breath or a finished love,
You can't tell fairy tales to a grown child,
You can't postpone a choice the heart has already made,
You can't give the ticket back once you make the trip.
You can't pretend you didn't see a sad friend,
A mistake in the text,
a
tense hand.
At some point you have to surrender to the impermanence,
At some point you have to surrender to the impermanence,
you
have to accept the consequences,
stop
squeezing punches when the sand slipped away...
And that's when the unexpected visits you.
Fresh air in your lungs to open your heart,
And that's when the unexpected visits you.
Fresh air in your lungs to open your heart,
joy
invading your face,
frost
in your hair,
lightness
in your veins,
smart
eyes to play with the sun to those who make more light.
And hands learned to on the table,
That you've always had angels at lunch and you finally see them.
And hands learned to on the table,
That you've always had angels at lunch and you finally see them.

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