Its 2:41pm in this alien atmosphere, my thoughts remain clean and sincere; missed the train for the second time around, stepped on the rose all so helpless on the ground; As the mind stagnates, i could do no better, speak now or be silent forever; Losing myself in this hopeless case, I stop the time with my purple haze; Equipped with liberty and profanity, my shadows lurk behind false reality; I walk the streets with love and confusion, no response, because all was an illusion.
