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.
