Seven Days Of Samsara Color Between The Lines
trace that thought in chalk red velvet one foot from its
eye six feet below the line that divides the earth and
the sky. dear angel youve grown horns so sharp theyll
stab through your eye and right through all your lines.
darkness is quickly coming in the outlook is constantly
sinking. optimism is a thing of the past. i want it back.
dont ever trace that thought... and as all exciting
thought becomes a new outline in chalk i will stand up
for myself and for this world's mind. you can not leave
me behind. you will not leave me behind. never decline
from this process so divine. if you let them censor your
thoughts then then control your mind and thats all youve
got. for all of the earth's mind. for all of the world is
mine. EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE AS LONG AS YOU KEEP AN OPEN
MIND. OPTIMISM AND IMAGINATION ARE THE KEY.
