Doxamillion - Doors

Yeah, you know the funny thing is
Most of us look at the, physical and material world
Well obviously what's in front of our eyes and
What we see, what we hear, what we see in this physical world determines
How we act, how we respond, our future and we think that
But in reality what really controls it is
It's within, your thoughts, your mind
Well you know it's what holy scripture calls it, spirituality
The battle is in the mind
It's all right there
It's what is not seen, that controls what is seen

Glass half full mental in the continental
Draped in linen frequency five thousand
Five mountains I move with faith seeds
Day three, no meat but God words digesting
Fermented grapes form Italy green pastures
I've seen pastors take from sheeps backs and
There's no laughter loneliness is darkness
Let us pray for our enemies turn the cheek
Is hardest, thoughts we sow then action we reap, in the Harvest
Not the smartest but I know what love is
Love is to give, selfless, El Shaddai the most high
I found smiles and peace not a mile from me
But within, spiritually nothing can bother me
Not even death, depart from me
In every part of me
Skin shed new life, new house, same truck
Comfortably
New mind, new thoughts, now create a new path for me, no sympathy but good energy
Humbly, honorably, honestly

So I say think about what you think about, right
And ugh separate
Well learn to separate
What you can control from what you cannot control
So important, off course reprograming ha
It's a constant thing, daily, for the rest of your life
But its beautiful, it brings a lot of peace, a lot of joy
Stay with it keep, getting up, keep moving

Morning Lemon fresh squeezed imported
Extra virgin, Moroccan olive oil absorbed it
I rest in the fact, I cannot change the burden
And learn from the, hurt an immersion burning
Inside, For the truth and nothing but
So many lies Have you had enough
Life is delicate and I promise that you not so tough
You reaching
6ft my boy you breaching
If you not independent you too close and you leaching
They preaching but no practice
Sleeping but no mattress
This bleeding is so average
Breathing and no acting the real me to the core
Believe it, reading feeding mind
Evenings with meaning and no lacking

Written by:
Felipe Aristizabal

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