We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Spire in the dark
Stars beaming
Something new waits
Something moves in the darkness
There is a piece of the fabric torn from the sky
It patches the pieces from wire to wire
Along this strange watch tower
All the stars were hallow
And don't you love it
In its order
The clock works
The orange doors
Mercury emerges
Winds encourage.
Stars beaming
Something new waits
Something moves in the darkness
There is a piece of the fabric torn from the sky
It patches the pieces from wire to wire
Along this strange watch tower
All the stars were hallow
And don't you love it
In its order
The clock works
The orange doors
Mercury emerges
Winds encourage.
Into boxes they go with briefcases held tight.
It's impossible to ride on the back of a wild humpasaurus
You will find that it will ride you farther than you could even imagine
Such feet can sweep the street clean
It can freak the freaks
Such magic on the ground floor
As it goes from door to door
To deliver fresh eggs from winter
Take them into bedroom and roll them on the floor
And they will spin into every color
For the dreams to remember
Pass into a fresh place when the
Grass is taken away
That the scenery is about to
Change
And the boat is in the living room
The ideas were bubbles going up
And through the roof
How is it you say
Do I do this
That is not for me to say
For ask away
Ask?
You will find that it will ride you farther than you could even imagine
Such feet can sweep the street clean
It can freak the freaks
Such magic on the ground floor
As it goes from door to door
To deliver fresh eggs from winter
Take them into bedroom and roll them on the floor
And they will spin into every color
For the dreams to remember
Pass into a fresh place when the
Grass is taken away
That the scenery is about to
Change
And the boat is in the living room
The ideas were bubbles going up
And through the roof
How is it you say
Do I do this
That is not for me to say
For ask away
Ask?
Layers unknown in the sands
Dark and rich from the tilling of hands
Old cracked fingers red and disfigured
All the time each sand meant something
Minds are not ticking probably
On through heaven and hells
All sorts moving their bodies
Like the mind has its shoutings
Grapes roll around in a bowl
Having found their mouth
No rotten grapes were found.
Dark and rich from the tilling of hands
Old cracked fingers red and disfigured
All the time each sand meant something
Minds are not ticking probably
On through heaven and hells
All sorts moving their bodies
Like the mind has its shoutings
Grapes roll around in a bowl
Having found their mouth
No rotten grapes were found.
The wind is not what it seems
The rainbow is not as colorful either
As two dreams
What improves past there
Is perhaps impossible
So impossible
Perhaps.
I can chase a balloon
Or hide in my room
I can plant my summer seed
Or assume it is all a dream
What ever hot spot there is
Must be like a fire
In this cold and dry dessert
Fire flowers bloom
As nature repels an empty space
Putting something out
In some special place.
The rainbow is not as colorful either
As two dreams
What improves past there
Is perhaps impossible
So impossible
Perhaps.
I can chase a balloon
Or hide in my room
I can plant my summer seed
Or assume it is all a dream
What ever hot spot there is
Must be like a fire
In this cold and dry dessert
Fire flowers bloom
As nature repels an empty space
Putting something out
In some special place.
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