SOS
All I know is I came to get down
Armed with dreams
Dreams made of illusions
Dreams which sent the idle hands
Down to tackle the mystery
Attaching meaning to name
Isnít that what this is
And will continue to be
An endless journey into the light sequestering the intangible
You can feel it
But can you name it
On the tip of your tongue
This taste
Voodoo silence on a south wind
Whipped with patéed bliss
And dreams that open on impact

(Geronimo! Iím falling)


 

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