Can you tell me how much junk our body's hold
did I mistakenly sold my soul for gold...

It was there....
I'm sure it was there...

Every thing is going to be all right
From Here on out...

Thoughts where I could flying away
To a forgotten home where...

My soul now awaits your arrival!
& in this dream I stand upon a path...

Lets say you be poetry in motion
That no longer stay on the pages...