We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I was always a virgin in the temple of love, because there was treasure there, and places to dance, walls covered with doodles, and paint moving my imagination in circles, the rain fell through a hole in the ceiling, bells played in the wind, enchantment all about, the purity to clean the soul, and then to slip into the shining waters.
I always walk that extra mile or two, and that's my way, pushing my limits, means pushing limits, real innovation, not childish prankish games, a better world, not a new insanity, a world of magic dreams coming to your dream world, not as you wish, but something else, technocolor, onto the gardens of my mind, in a room that smiles back at me, reminding me of a freedom, someday as a small spot appears in the sky, in every color, miracles and wonder.
They say it will go away, what ever, that pain still lingers, they say just do what I say, to wimp out, just follow, I'm not, they say they got that something, and you do not, that you lost it while aging, they say, so many things with a microphone, and a megaphone, tell me about my ethnicity, who I am, what I do, poke around, they say they are the new thing and bs, and I'm too defiant, they don't shut up.
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