never did I ever stop to look what my mind was painting
What colors were in my lobes just a ranting
So vivid and extraordinarily weird
The waves of imagination
Sometimes it's a great escape
somewhere we go even when there is so much more
And somewhere we go when there is nothing
where we can bathe
Life out there a forest or a mountain
don't put boundaries around it
Don't burn some of that image
just because anxiety has a throne
You must be painting a new satisfaction
A nice piece of sun inspired light
across your aspirations
neon money s brushstrokes
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