Travelling
The clouds kept changing.
The Sun appeared.
When the moon and the stars met,
Oooooh,the power of my thoughts.
How beautiful in a far land called the mind.

The clouds kept changing.
The Sun appeared.
When the moon and the stars met,
Oooooh,the power of my thoughts.
How beautiful in a far land called the mind.
It seems time caught up too quick.
My moves were fleeting.
My purposes could not stand.
I died daily to unwanted pressures.
If I could just go back home.
Dining with swines.
Walking several miles into danger.
It looks so fulfilling at the first glance.
Then destruction met me face to face.
If only I can turn and go back?
#Excepts from the Progical son experience.
If only we can be real.
If only wr can be real.
Act now
Decide now
Step out
Identity
Yes yes
Read it
Daringglobalnetwork.
Yaaaaaay.