Hibiscus Haze

In the yellow sun I become an outstanding wonderer. All the lonely people what have they done? who am I? Nothing. It’s easy to follow my hibiscus sun. I found that it’s a high from the volume of sweetness in potent flower, so good to me.

If I am in a play to come together, to anywhere. I will travel for many miles down the straight and narrow. And to,“ shout at the devil “ heavy. And the broken man has gunned me down. To keep it going on my two feet, and running to stand still, there is a light. From the Windy City of the Hibiscus it leads me to the next night, the wild and windy night. On any other day a long, long time ago. It leads me back to an hibiscus honey haze to the door.

If there is anything I can do, a streetwise way to feel fine. On a ride going away to the shade, to think twice I care. And you be free when I’m not there. Where that we all live in a yellow beam, a life of ease. Sky blue and nature green. Nothing that isn’t shown from where I roam, It’s a hard world to get a break in. It's my life to do what I want. Open my eyes, to live on the money. Believe in my honey....tasting much sweeter like wine. Doing time on the wild side, a gypsy looking pretty. It is a child without a home. A broken rose with laughing eyes is a heartache to care, so I had to laugh. Having read the book I had to look into the sun. I went into a dream, oh boy!