i may just decide to appear before you as a wolf
with eyes made of jewels
and as you pierce deep into em
your spirit begins to spin like some wool
on a wheel as it moves
through the fabric of truth
until you arrive somewhere in the spiritual world
violets and blues
magical like the golden ratio
let me soothe away your wounds
all it takes is the right instrument to put it back in tune
its no reason why it shouldn't be a smooth ride
take your hands off of the wheel and just give it to god
he designed it to automatically drive in a straight line
directly to its correct destination
i call it a spiritual wheel
its not meant for you to steer
just enjoy the scenery and leave it up to the chauffeur
we're here