No Ends No Beginnings

Our form, the way things appear, so appearances And it's almost like just watching a movie with another With a character that isn't me, it's a version of me Or maybe I'm the kind of inventor of it My own spirit, my mother's spirit, my daughter's spirit (Spirit) Because everything's on a scale within us, isn't it? And in that person's life, that's a really big deal No ends, no beginnings, just bridges, just bridges We are formed from dust Looking at everything with fresh eyes When I think of spirit as well, I think of memory It was happening to me, I was seeing him as a child and all that That hasn't been born Though all those stages, the difference between them is so minute You hardly even know, you can hardly even tell the difference Well, you see reality in a different way (And it's a dream) Different reality to how we're used to seeing it (It's a dream) But it's the nearest fucking worlds we've got And that's how it operates We're not here permanently And of course it's a dream, that's exactly what it is, it's just a dream The idea of the self hopefully, just before you pass, it just kind of dissolves a bit See another perspective, another realm Another understanding outside of your everyday I'm not intimidated by ghosts, maybe I should be (Maybe I should be)