I am launching the new snow globe,
I am an app launching its space station,
A searcher of discomfort,
I disassociate too often over lifetimes.
Us the neighbor livelihoods,
An oasis of the ages,
The cycles in the amazon rain,
Told us to turn back our directions.
Over the swamp there is a mountain,
That could hold the biggest preferences,
Of the biggest fears of our lives,
We were swimming nevertheless,
We kept swimming nevertheless.
I keep talking to you,
As if offering you a spaghetti plate,
We are, in fact, two plants,
Hanging over a wall in the grand pallet.
My heart wore a yellow hair,
It hears the cuts in the wind,
A winter morning sun calls me up,
To finish the cleansing of my dishes.
I take a picture to my seventy toes,
As my name is noting down the rabbit holes,
And i almost forget that,
My common ground is groundless,
Another globe awaits,
I am the launching of the new space globe..
My pencil case continued on,
Living my life and conquering my skin,
While my hands are used to carve and have always been,
Practiced memory games and modes.
I am a simulation of the tree,
Adam and eve looked upon,
Although my life will always be,
Seventy cigarettes by the poolside stone,
I turn my flight mode on,
As i remember to be the king of a king of a certain part of a something land.
I am supposed to be red,
My eyes both the book and the worm of sand,
I often gaze alot, into the mountain beyond the swamp,
I will always be as the ceiling agree,
A one army of silent band,
Of drums of leaves,
Of leaving the drums,
Of leaving some capricot seeds to plant as we run.
I am a night fan,
Waiting for a certain someone,
To come back home.
