Cosmic Race

I’m carried by cosmic winds
Like a grain of sand
It seems as though some higher force did me from the first
But finally I feel like a part of some larger plan
I’m a piece of this puzzle that’s called the universe
I still sense in urgency
To journey further on
I have the notion that I’ve found
A start and not an end
Things I’ll see and can’t explain will prove right or wrong
And things I can’t articulate
May well turn up again
Cosmic winds act as wings
Carry high — eternal rise
Cosmic winds act as wings
Carry high — eternal rise
Cosmic winds
He who contains the light will see
He who resists the queen will breathe
He who asks will finally be answered
He who rests will be deceived