Far Out

Rainy sky. Something strange in my mind. My steps along the dropped reflected in the eye. Clear as day, a state of delay. Doesn’t matter what’s around. Road goes down, down. Listen to the sound. Find the place. That’s right, white light. Up and down, play ups and downs. Lovely part of a sound. Gray clouds in our crazy town. I don’t need what’s going around. I have my own zone. Never be alone. My last word with no border. Under the bridge, I’m smiling switch. Everybody knows memories is a bite of a bliss. Easy to abridge. Awake or sad. But no sweet without sweat. But I’m not upset. Push the button, reset. How many different things? How easy can we dream? Let’s call a spade a spade. It’s working in the rain. Far out. I will create a bit myself. And if time after twelve. I’m on cloud nine. And I’m falling, feeling right now. I get it all. On and off, I don’t know. Maybe like journal. And fly away somewhere above. In a place I can see. There I can be breakthrough. And under the tree slowly drink sweet tea. How many different things? How easy can we dream? Let’s call a spade a spade. It’s working in the rain. Far out. I will create a bit myself. And if time after twelve. I’m on cloud nine. And I’m falling, feeling right now. I get it all. Doesn’t no make any difference in any case. There’s place for everything all in this space. Far out. I will create a bit myself. And if time after twelve. Far Out. And I’m falling, feeling right now. I get it all. I will create a bit myself. And if time after twelve. I’m on cloud nine. And I’m falling, feeling right now. I get it all. Far out. I will create a bit myself. Far out. And I’m falling, feeling right now. I get it. I get it. I get it all.