So I fell to the ground, as did Snow White / And with delight, when I rose / I saw a childs toy with a long nose / Yes, it was young Pinocchio
My finger tips get raw and sore / But the pain I just ignore
The storm, o’ so called perfect
Sitting next to a royal purple smoke tree / I smoke my pipe and let my soul be free / I let the wind blow by / Watch the clouds drift in the sky I begin to think of all the wonders / I begin to fee…
The colors it creates are like those in a dream / Uncomprehenable, mystifying and brilliant
...I fall upon the floor / Tossing and turning / Thinking upon the one I adore / I feel myself buring…