If I picture myself as a meaningless pebble amongst a shore of stone,
Unknown identity-less, yet super significant,
Tailored in form every breaking of morn I begin to realise,
Soon I'll erode completely down down down down

So until I'm beaten, I'll keep running back to my shore,
If you spare me the time to perceive my design you'll unfold,
I'm more than just one thing that's part of a something on my own,
Am I there?

Everyday you awake it's an easy mistake to think you're set in stone,
Try to eliminate this predetermined overview
Just like the stone we are one in this dome and it's hard to realise,
Soon we'll erode completely down down down down.

You've got my soul dream.
What can you bind to take it from me?
My soul dream, you've got to find if you get there

Pave my way there
Pave my way there.

© Max Pepe/Intraverse 2003