Ahh, back again, and here I go
incense smoke putting on a show
... and I know...
oh how I feel that the rhythm will flow
I hear the music in tune with my soul
saving this life, from the ashes and coal
blackened and withered, these eyes will shift -
to a beautiful place, my presence will lift
To a concurring reminiscence of my own eternity,
break down this world to one wealthy city
Confused and blindfolded are the people who walk,
but their negligence to life itself is but what i will stalk
But I Hold My Own Future In The Palm Of My Hands...
Can You Create My Intensive Land?
NEVER...
This extraordinary earth is each their own to soar,
making a game, letting the inert roar
Laughing consistently about this crazy reality,
the luminosity creates my shadow curiosity
But these questions are unanswered,
and for so long as they stay,
I will be searching at ransom,
'till the ending day
On that last note,
these words now float -- so very far, away...
