Conduit

A new-ish song about the strange and beautiful process of passing through:

Conduit

It’s been said that we are made of stardust

Stars don’t exist to make sense of the darkness

But we’re in the dark, where even a spark can appear so blinding

Some say that we’re animals at our best

All our weakness is part of our uniqueness

And we’re here to thrive, not just to survive and spend all of our time analyzing

You can’t help but be a conduit for

whatever is moving through

It will find it’s way out,

But/And no one can recognize it but you

If we learn how to allow our power

we’ll stand up on two feet instead of cower

and give up the fight,

abandon the struggle between wrong and right

You can’t help but be a conduit for

whatever is moving through

It will find it’s way out,

But/And no one can recognize it but you

Stars are ghosts – they’re just old light

no longer alive, but you and only you get to

choose what kind of ghost you want to be;

how do you want to be seen before you burn out… like all the other ghosts burn out

(but you’re still here right now)

You can’t help but be a conduit for

whatever is moving through

It will find it’s way out…

You can’t help but be a conduit for

whatever is moving through

It will find it’s way out,

But/And no one can recognize it…

and no one else gets to feel it, to live it…

like you do.

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~ by lindseywhitemusic on April 4, 2017.

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