Anonymous
Stare at the stars constantly looking for meaning, trying to find the reason for the images I'm dreaming, rip the head of a goose the world will soon come to an end, as far as you know it so we must start over again, they hide behind the sun so we cannot see, they lie to blind you of what we can truly be, more than just flesh we really are spiritual beings, life and death are the same were young so we separate it, we leave the body and fly its like living a dream, or living a nightmare that depends how you lived, better repent and accept what is done, you did what you did hope you learned and moved on, back to the sun or away from the milky way, maybe Andromeda but don't remember a thing, perfect design, one page ends and another begins, I want to be the one to teach aliens to sing, hear the new sound so lets talk about numbers, compose like Mozart be a new founding father, it's more like Lincoln and free everyone's mind.