Paradoxes Paradigms 

Need to find my equilibrium my level find my way
This world keeps going round and round and I’m dizzier by the day
I’m trying to make some choices trying to make some sense
I need to find some reasons for this air I’m breathing in

And if life’s a bowl of cherries guess that I should pick one
Close my eyes and count to ten dream now and then 
Sky above me land below a canvas blank and waiting
Five senses I can mix rich colours I’ll be painting

Paradoxes Paradigms gotta find my space my time
Live a life that’s serpentine beware of straight lines
Find my rhythm find my groove get synchronised 
I’m a universe or maybe one small slice

When things get muddled up confused they leave ne feeling bruised
I struggle with arguments understanding come on through
Words can be my battlefield they’re my danger ground 
And most days you will find me at the lost and found
Bridge
Turning tables changing chairs trying to shed some light
How come when things get difficult it’s easier to fly 
Than to face it up and tough it out when deep down you know that’s right

Guess I’ll live it with its ying its yang wont let that pass me by
Everything in context it has a place a time
Pure and simple plain and true that should see me through
Knowing I’m but one small slice of this universe this life