Taking apart ourselves by the lights
A balloon that breaks lights
Roorback against the winds with a fall of ocean tide,
Of something new where we think,
At the turning of leaves that land
and cognitive parts gone,
We’re still try to understand,
Left with a turn that lands on its side
On the up rise, good way to fly.

A spring of a coil
Bounce from our chest
Of what’s gold, we made our treasures,
so happens we are the baker and the candlestick maker.
Our love is our nature… found inbound.

Outreach the love ones in heaven
Into the Angel hands
Where they playstrings
To make lovers play
Once upon my feet, around the arms to take my breath away

Flow back with a heart attack
Feeling cross cornered in a Maddest
Forever feeling that I’m dizzy
Self-reveling that the honey is not chasing the bee

A good way to fly
Now its down in out astonish
Ought to set a degree
Water and honey is no busy
Then from the sap
whom bares fruit
from the same tree

Unconscious, to a good way to fly