Mysticism from Steps Ascending by Stand Still

My steps ascend into a promised land that I’ve invented
In my own image

My dreams reveal a garden
Where everything I sow bears fruit
No need to build up any fences
Nothing to eat away my roots

I ceaselessly look for the harmony
That lives in everything
So my path may someday
Lead me to the unity

But I’m letting bad news
Write my story for me
It’s mysticism

Don’t wanna look back on a
half-baked tragedy
It’s mysticism

Got to find a way

I got to find a way to make this happen
I’ve made it out of shit like this before
No doubt that I am a creature of habit
And I’m too used to letting all of my fears take control

The movement is incessant
And I can’t stop shaking
My screams are mantras

Sometimes
A fallen tree takes me angrily
Down road paved with mystery
But the irony is when it puts me
Right where I need to be

But I’m letting bad news
Write my story for me
It’s mysticism

Don’t wanna look back on a
half-baked tragedy
It’s mysticism

And I’m letting bad news
Write my story for me
It’s mysticism

Don’t wanna look back on a
Half-assed tragedy
It’s mysticism

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