I breathe fine, so much I saw a deer kiss a lion. I was dancing on my bed when I fell and my eyes Perched upon the stars, the guitar felt being driven By the magmas of undulating plasmas of creation.
The skyline, the star line , the jawline smile, There goes a man, there! comes a child. In the supermarket of emotions I sit down on the aisle of mountains, plaid shirt on my chest, I breathe fine.
City of dreams, city of creams, of murmurs and screams, there! Goes a tie and there! Goes the lie, in the air, in the past. Down the road and on, roads meet, cross happy and die, but does ever a mason stop when he has been cut?
I find time losing everything in my mind Remembering all my life is just a game. Time, I don’t have too much time, places I will ever find, are awaiting me.
Pretzels in the pocket got tumbled with the pocket watch, the locket that somebody gave to me still hangs like the eternity of temporary end.
12 is my number, of my jersey’s, of many days that I had such that something happened. 13th is my father’s, and no he is not a demon. I share it with him. I had it from him from the league of legacy that few people take pride in having.