If the words that i speak would be analized by the great god
of the world
it would be diffcault to say that mind and my soul are
walking in a balanced way
beacuse after my mind is bulinding his thoughts, he passes
tha magic kane to the soul
and gives it hope and serinatey

we live in a strange place that commuincates around
elctricty that creates spirits that travel
all around us, they travel all around us, they travel all
around us like a bee that travels
from a flower to a flower to find honey, beacuse after all,
even the bees have to come home some
time and put food on the table to eat thier childern and
thier loved ones.

i always had food on the table, i guess some people just
live in diffrent ways
and some people just live thier life beacuse they realize
that is the best thing to do
my father always used that i should never lose my head and
to think clearly.
but sometimes it feels i just cant do it anymore
how can i when the sociaty around me won't let me
how can i when somtimes something inside just dies
how can i when the tattos on my body so i dream and hope
will be afflited to myself
and how can i when the black colors of the paint used to
paint my hair, drips from my neck to my thays.

all kinds of colors i see
blue evnings and sunny nights
that shine a light into my life of which i hold and hug
i hope someday it will find a way by it self, and all the
colors will unite as a metaphore
to become one big giant color, the mother of all colors, a
color never seen before
a color that has holes in jacket so he will have a place to
take his wings out and fly to us
when ever he wants to

If the words that i speak would be analized by the great god
of the world
it would be diffcalt to say that my mind and my soul are
walking in a balanced way