Hello all. The song at the end of this video isn't released yet. But here are the links to some music that I have released.

https://open.spotify.com/artist/794eII8eMouyLpSjwgMFiN
https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0CVMXV2Y4/deciduous-falling
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/deciduous-falling/1730856640
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCaPjxsQATVZmi2uvya07jtw

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?
If you were a sailor I'd raise the anchor
To sail the sea In search of you and me
And god
Conjures currents to break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Get swallowed up in his wake
If you were a huntress I'd be your bow
For your silver arrows To seek out his heart
Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?
Who are you to complain For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal In just one thing alone, Alone
And your thoughts that pursue you through your life
They'll take you outwards to the dark edge of time
And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for And nothing to prove

Contradictions of belief and reality speak volumes of truth. However uncomfortable it may be. "Just don't rock the boat" is a terrible motto. Copy paste contradiction. It will increase pharmaceutical anti-depressant sales in the long run and boost the economy. Right? :)

The birthing of the echo chamber in which we currently find ourselves.

There are visuals in this one fyi.
Like chickens following a line of chalk we are. Until one day when all of the sudden........
Can we take up the responsibility of creation?
Leave the fabricated labyrinth of illusion behind and be born in this now?
Or are we too far past that moment of freedom and terrible responsibility all at once?
I guess we shall all see.

You already know what you need to do.
Stop waiting for others to tell you what to do.
Break the loop.

Round and round we go............

Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies,
That once blessed the household and lit up our lives.
It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Capture the wild things and bring them in line
And own what was never your right to confine.
The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Do you feel heavy? Your eyes drop with grief.
Your spirit is wild and your suffering is brief.
So never you buckle and bend to the masses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.

(I did not write this song, credits for writing it are The Longest Johns (band))

Laughter must not be allowed in the kingdom of heaven. :)