I have been chasing
Conteplating
What is truly evil
Is positivity meditated
Or is it truly real
It is a dream sequel
A fight for whats equal
The negative mind
Only thinks of the lethal
What is right may be wrong
What is wrong may be right
Some say that God is black
And the devil is white
God can be anything
He is a mind's creation
An imagination
To keep the positive vibration
Across the land
From sea to shining sea
He is the birds
Hes is the bees
He could even be a She
Who knows not I
I am the one with the eyes
Call it sight
Call it vision
I look up to the skies
I smile
Hapiness will follow
I feel the light from the God of Sun
Call him Apollo
Keep your ears open
Laugh at the unaware
Smile at your peers
Remind the unprepared
Together we can make this world a better place
We can change
Erase sin for dear grace
Always remain happy
Bond as one
Stay strong
Forget the ignorant
Forget what is wrong
Focus on the plus sign
A positive design
I am there on cloud nine
I already found mine

I wish I was a tree
So pure, so still
I wish I was a tree
No emotion, no thrill

I wish I was a tree
So tall, so strong
I wish I was a tree
No right, no wrong

Summertime
Hot days
Warm nights
No pain 'cause it numbs
But opposes frostbite
I become numb from the sun
The salt
The sea
As the summer comes around
I bring back the old me
But I'll bring back the old you
If you give me one chance
One wave
One smile
One look
One glance
One hit from my pipe
One sip from my bottle
Relax, live the moment
Always follow that motto

We need a piece of peace today
One of promising serenity
Of pure, tranquil energy
Absorbed and indeed reflected
Let it filter the state of mind
Clensing our presence
We need a piece of peace today

Anticipation for the warmest sensation
A realization that there is no trepidation
We shall call it a season of bright bliss
Paradise worth more than a sunset kiss
Where radiance combines with rapture
Where gratification is easy to capture
Whether it’s outside under earth’s star
Or windows down, beach side in a car
Within this season there can never be too much
Of something you can simply obtain, but can not touch
You can call it joy or success, contentment or bless
Fortune that comes without a pinch of stress
Summertime and the living is weather
Happiness and the living is better