First ray of lightnIntroduction to being aware ofnTaking turns in shifting from fictionnTo living in constraintnnIt's real but changingnMy form is changingnMy consciousness changesnnWaves of momentsnPatterns of phrases, endless or elusivenThey keep being continuousnBeing aware of what it takes to livenIs keeping me sane, so sanennThe art is born, the eyes wide opennDiffuse colors projected on your retinanWatch the play, divert the primal shapesnPrimal shapes in disarraynnThe art is born, for we are becomingnSlaves of thoughtnUsing the stream of consciousnessnnProve the sensesnTaste the ambience of feelingsnAnd make contactnHere you arenAwarenIn direct confrontationnWith your inner selfnnThe constrained reasonnHas to be erasednnHere I amnExploring and expanding my sensesnnConstructive building, new mindsnThe tools are givennBY nurture or naturenTime to apply the physicsnNew seedsnThese wheels turn forevernEndeavour after emotionnWe are all part of this perspectivenWe recreate and we contemplate our answersnnConquer as you strive for a victorynOn fortified feelings they are part of younnFirst ray of lightnIntroduction to being aware ofnTaking turns in shifting from fictionnTo living in constraintnConstrained reason has to be erasednnCurrents of emotions, electricitynBehind the eyes, machines are runningnOrganic, continuousnConducting the sounds into feelingsnSights into predictionsnReliving, observingnThe worlds endless exchangenMeridian of the moment