In a consistent way,
Love it, care for it and make it your dreams,
For as long as you play,
Plunge yourself in it like it's all there is,
Then, when you must leave it for other things,
There will be a diff'rent sheen to your eyes,
Everything else will appear brighter,
Isn't that all our goal?
That then leads to a transference of light,
That resides in the soul,
Then the mundane,
That which you don't care for,
Becomes the best version of what it is,
Until there's no room for fear, anymore.