Sometime I'm walking on air; not a worry in life, no cares. Knots twisted up; locks, hair.
The wind blows and they swing here and there. The moon and Sun balance the cosmos;super nova; source, fragments controlling us like dragons breaking down fractions and then watch the reactions; mind on mental orgasm: the passion of the son who holds the world in his hand, from colorado to Sudan and the only way to enter is through a retinal scan you should see the world through my eyes; panaram.
Stay cold with the flow; like it's 4am and one time batter rams and back to the original plan; sometime I'm walking on air; got no worries got no cares.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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