Floored on a time standing still but its real and im feelin
every minute time passes by, i see more flying, sigh...
and i think to be sty in my eye, or do something high time
envision the impossible making moss and glow building
something new, something few have done, and it's on me
i'm up for the spree...this three legged dance,
i'm flying by the seat of my pants,
it could have been my invisible twin stagnant
state of mind, yet flynn still in effect
somehow growing with time, no defects trying
and I reject buying into the place i fear
one wrong steer, magic carpet, take me to the road where
i know i can vere away from lack of care,
spearhead a gear-head, give him reason to see
a sprinkle of thought, and free him of the purge of doubt
a stout indication that nothing will change, why bother?
go no farther.
so tell me chickadee, what did the little bird tell you?
whistles touch my skin, and i hear the energy
on a whim, pulses trim a sensation and i know
i can change indignation, i can flare
blare me out loud, and clear the grey cloud
can you hear me? Loud and clear
we're getting near, to the place, here and now
a change is on the loose
and i found me a truce
finely i can reveal the noose undone,
no pun,
were getting somewhere,
my job, however, is never done...
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
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