Head trip.

Not a word or soul nor you or I shall make sense today.
He shall rise and fall, make the grace of life yesterday.
The past is near and the future has come before.


Myself, you and I, was once the dream that had become.

Float away to the skies above.
Can you hear it CAN YOU HEAR IT!

Let it go Be, Me , Free.

The head trip was to much to handle for you. For you.

You got lost in the future and walked in the past.

My Bubble dreams went away.