Tell me, Telluride, sleep deprived in your eyes.

Drink a potion, drink your own, consume raw thoughts and keep the bones.

Can you hear me Major Tom? Survive the impact and be strong.

Three on one is still a game with no one judging and no fame.

Allan, Airports, anxiety, Acting, A love admired and aware.

Circles that need an explanation are testaments of your abilities - an algorithm within your triangle.

Call me, Colorado, catch me in your arms

I am at your table, consuming our conversations of candor and consciousness.