I live on a pink cloud.
Soft jazz carried through the winds
which pushes my parade of pink clouds
through the sky.

Like peter pan you can see me
playing in the stars at night.
dangling my feet off the moon as i smoke a joint.

my evenings end with a romantic atmosphere.
no hate nothing but love here.
no regret no fear.

my pink clouds are docile and copacetic.
if peace is what you need  my world lives by it.
if dreams is what you have.our world lives them.