Centres: my own belief

My shadow, as light, now, it somehows the same

One was trying to find some meaning

And return to what I was doing, oh yeah,

Just making light conversation, while still remembering

Your memory now, in one religious sensation,

Happened, and what I’ve become, when I look

At you now, at the world just your high crown,

And I look at my shadow like I’m found,

The word bdsm, a diadem for discipline,

Makes sense on my tongue, the faithful sound, on high