The sun was shining bright
Reflecting my inside.
I was reborn during the weekend nice
The body has its grace
And I feel real space
While walking down the streets.
No doubts I feel that peace,
It’s earsier to breathe
I see the world is a part
Of my own mind.
The voices only heard
But there’s no sense in words,
They are simply being said
Not pointing out the things.
There’s nothing
I’m not me
You are here without body,
You are a star in your own film
And nothing else exists.
It was a journey
Yeah, it was.
You didn’t buy the ticket
All was for free.
Was it sweet dream
Or it was for real…
weekend nice
© Copyright: Ниандра, 2005
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