Mystic flux

I lay here wide awake aware of all the care and fear. Hopes and dreams are far away Bound by not somehow I stay Till time escapes to join the fray Here I am to lose the day

So this is what it means to be beat Beat on the street feet fallin fast The hum of the city vibrates The stately buildings reused and abused Shadows of majesty past

I thought I'd found my journey's end, but checking in with desperate urgency a quick detour to the land of fish A wave of hair, a pucker skewed, why tonight? It's time to sleep, it's time to dream, as that isn't where I've been.

now far away and long gone find myself back here I found a part of me so long buried A little above the fray saw the spectres in the subtle glow Golden locks on givechy black dimin Demure grey coiffed just so A thousand voiices hushed and low A dozen more with nightlife horns to blow

at the parkway the trip must begin it's decent through lucid and dreamlight the party is turning it's spotlight within The one who is talking so long held within One line ll deliver to move to the end. the voices continue the noise never endss

hve no idea where my footseps be hitten Got nothin but voices and tires and the street she be hummin And why am I here and why did I come and when can I leave if I ever want to The night she is buzzin and so long since I've felt the hum, the warm chill of december  and none can decifer the rambling moron a

forget correcting the product let flow the creative in natural form The columns do dtand (stand) from a great many hands Long gone from this planet to where none understands

it's time to realize that the trip is through time through the architect's eyes

The street is a mocking jay

I came in, she was there, and past her I floated, my mind a little trippin What does it mean, what I wanted to see? It had not yet begun, yet I was a having such fun Don't rush, no need, there is time to for what you're here to see. Come up, sit down, sly smile, does she know? Way up high she touches sky, for the trolls she does her show. Waiting, watching, does she know? I think she does, it seems she's waiting. Go away dark, errant ray, it's time to find whats to say. It started out normal but that was not to be, I began to speak and ran on my way. The lips moved with no inhabition, talking as if to some psych clinician Telling the truth as I thought that I'd seen it, she watched, smiled and nodded agreement On and on I ran till I knew it was time, I had to find out whence she came A small planet I'd guessed in a galaxy where this was sane She laid it before me in it's surrealistic glory A healer of shakras, a mystic seer of auras And it all ...