The Mana

Gazing at our sky where stars collide
I wonder what it's hiding
That our minds can't define

If we are smart enough to see things
As they really are
How come we always reach a circle
That leads back to the start?

Going around

Gazing at my thoughts where I collide
Are all my choices bound to
Past things that have gone?

I could believe that I am useless
Dust from a star
But the Mana tells me different
And it keeps me alive

Going around

The Mana is all I have to feel alive

Going around