golden people.

I'm just twirling around,
riding on an unguided sound,
(unaffected) by the loss of stable ground.

He's just travelling down,
so introverted now,
to find and make sure his soul does not drown.

She's overtaken by her mystic art these days,
untamed and unafraid,
leaving the past, entering her future in a CoLoR, FULL BLAZE.

He's styling his life now to a BETTER comPOSITION,
changing inside of every Lyrical Notation,
tuning into a more Altruistic Musician.

There's one that is so*permanent,
no matter the distance;
the friendship and connection is forever consistent.

Everything and Every Body;
well we'll all be content someday
if not today; tomorrow is a new day to climb to clarity.



*not done. i like where i'm going with this but there's no time to finish.
:)