painting a persice picture, perfect prestigeous
mixture, collecting lyrics freely ,thoughts
electrically exploding,elusivly eloping, one apon the
other, forever onto folding, till a perfect picture
creats a moment where i see your face, an
image,majestically molding,sculpting and evading a
flaw of any kind has been adopting in my mind,contrary
to the kodac moment,capturing time with yous a feeling
i got to have; i want to own it,betrove it; and feel
like home is home whever home seems to home-went,
willingly away i went with you;to the stars away so
far,fall into my eyes i dream alive with you it
seems,feel my heart let me redeem the leftover lust
left in the dust,divided thoughts here and soon ill
blink, away with time as soon as i awake to a
wakeupwink,this wakeup rhyme stuck in my head, this
morninglight,begin another day,tomake
things right