Do i dream to much?
the end of the rainbow...

Midnight blue navy candescence.
twilight peaks a diamond sparkle...

Those who think the can manipulate
are the fools...

Over the mountains blue, pink, white
i hear the moan of a presence...

Wet green cool under my bare feet
spongy and soft...

I feel bad for most people
they are rude...

They are everywhere
trying to control you...

The path long and dirty
scattered with branches by...

The fascination of it all
just smoke another cigarette you say...

Blue gittering water
diamonds ripple blue and navy...

There are no butterflies here.
the child wanders...