Meadows

Take flight, set aside what holds you back, makes you feel old

Sideways sold, among the folk who tell folk stories

Who's ignoring, who's performing?

How do you perform, before the dawn of unspoken lyrics, unpainted pictures, focusless photos

Positioned politely to ignite the felt but never experienced experience?

Hold back, step up, climb until you feel the burn, yeah, you'll be fine.

Beehives, exploding like creaming soda, Moda, which mode do you engage with?

Which page do you display among your kindred folk?

Hold up I need a spiritual toke.

Bespoke, candlelight romance, outer trance, felt evenly like baked goods squeezed into me

Upon the alter never smolder, when I'm older, what is colder?

The feeling of fire against glacial ice or the separation of fear and might and

What a sight engaged with inter-rhythm, halter my inhibitions, tuck away my inner scription and just release my inner vision

It's vision, projected in 8D energies

Made false, set straight, kept tight like a light bulb,

Undersold, enveloped, smoked coked poked and joked

Never spoke, kept the chokehold of extra vision

Meant for a mission but interpreted as each one to their own

In the zone kept the tone but never got the known page

Of the stage it's a phase kept in taze and

Let the maze interject

The once kept time of life where it is right now.