Presion Flow

 




Playing me… mastering willing Tilling tis moment is the move
My atom your living imagining life’s aim full feeling mastery fully embracing Inventing creating energy Expressingly perfectly my unique ability knowingly Enjoining ranks higher tilling moment my dividends investment tis breath my power Flow Switch I seize it hold it lift it Strengthen it, kiss it, make love to it pull myself forward willing becoming pressing into form
Mastering willingly I play for real every move signing and sealing mind in line heart in feel tis my path tis my yield Art my baby blue living Life’s work is playing moning loving in motion acting as thy one chosen choosing focus I read you now a living breathing page how I rise how I engage words come rise lift your smile two eye sky high touching sun through inner I Fires sees lighting what you are turning self into you great star Full feeling my life’s great aim is mastery living Beyond name I press into my unique sine shaping moments through focus conceiving mind time investing compounding right here right now tis breath building Powering electrical somehow Tis song singing you is scritten live loving presence minting fully aliving one voice calling clear and true Being willing Art baby blue I play I rise I lock I aim In claim being living proof inside the frame mastering will my chosen choosing winning dominating way every moment mine to play Play me… mastering will…







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