On a simple day i contemplate my place in reality and complicate my thoughts me, we and you. But i never let a house of cards slip me up i pick the pieces up. I’m playing jenga steady hand, steady minds of me and you. Us, what who? I unlocked the 8th gate of death, pain was the hardest for me to get past. Im a soul scarred mage looking to create my own path of understanding and beauty. I tip toe through the children of the matrix no lizard can stop my progress. I’m the secret soldier they were warned about. I’m electing my own officials to hold control of the contracts. Don’t try to figure out the past, accept it and remember. It will Alleviate your pain. At 3am I’m a prophet at 7 I’m back to being mild mannered me. Let the dreamers dreams let the music men play. I dont want to take away your time just trying  to open up your mind and help your heart heal. Let me look into your eyes i speak volumes and never say two words. I think a lot, notice everything and say nothing. Watermelon light skies shine your being. Rest your head on my chest and I’ll whisper you the rest in peace, ❤️