The guardian have a spare run from me, and i see him clearly through the haze.
He’s got the score on his forehead:98,3.
And he is movin in every part, except near you and i.
You know they are some ant’s at nights who worries.
Then,im titling back to front around my bed ,i can feel the cold they r smelling.
You know that, it’s a fucked up situation,right.
Started to believe in some words while it’s all in being.
And acts aren't done yet.
Will we get ways through head draws or arguments or research?
Economy saved yesterday,technology testing our hopes,laws between cold and hot water,our feet kneeled.
Well, will we be free at least?
It would give it some sense
freedom.
If balance was mergered with equity
freedom.
The guardian like you is an heroe child feeling the scarce love.
But he is gone.Always is.
You can,call him for years,he won’t come without proofs.
This all white light, that you can’t touch, actually is swords fighting.
«Without you guardian i feel like a child in a fall without a ball play.»
You said at night.
While you was givin an eye on the yellow spy wich was visitin your toes since the late afternoon.
But well, he is a «busy bee world worker»he answered by the knocking door.
And i'v heard every single lips talk.
Like an early monday im in a sensitive mood and taking advantage of energies that are leading psypals.
Wiches i am ,well,part of.Parrots.
When i got the chance,i can hear from the white shadow messiah and yheah clearly
get the unsatisfied and the tenderness.You and me caddling right?!United parrots together.
How it will be?
Crying eternally like a willow tree.
We could talk easy but there is a particulary way the world been givin.
And yheah im thankin the boy who smilled to me this morning ,this one-off usual gift.
Pretty got no more to say.
The eternal goin and goin back again.For good.
As i can hear,i wrote the snivle snail on.
It would give it some sense
freedom.
If balance was mergered with equity
freedom.
