he thinks dreams mean, more then they seem
a lesson, in extremes, you need to look in between/
secretly when he passes a car
he looks at his reflection, and feels like a star/
but the part isn't right, and the stars in the night
lose all their shine when he's startin to write/
his heart is a playground, with nothin but slides
he starts at the top, and falls, all his life/
pauses and sighs, pauses and sighs
what if this miseries all in his eyes/
if maybe he closed them, they'd all step aside
but scared to miss the moment when all will arise/
so he writes, won't even sleep for a little
and can't see the picture beneath all the scribble/
leads a life where peace is a riddle
he lives with the good and bad,and sleeps in the middle/

The Smallest First STep May Lead To The Greatest Path
While The Largest May Lead To The Steep Edge Of A Cliff
Never Mistake Anything As Trivial
As Importantly. Never Mistake Anything As Supreme
When You Fail To Pay Heed To THe Signifigance Of Both
The Truly Supreme Will Pass By Unseen
This Supreme Thing I Speak Of Is Balance
Not A Balance of "one bad deed, one good deed"
This is A Cheap Way To Rid One's Self Of Guilt
Let Go Of Your Ego...
And You Will Truly Have Something To Be Proud Of...
But You Will Feel No Pride At All