"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite" - William Blake

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Living a dream,i'm a little lost soul
Entranced by the intricacy of the world on a whole
Surrounded by a multitude, yet alone till eternity,
Drowning in the waters of virtual insanity,
Purity in thought and deed,
To the devil i shall never heed,
Till he dawns a heavenly face,
Then i fall out of the goodness race
The consequence to all i've done ...to all i've done
Would surely be a place in the sun,
Don't weep when i say my final goodbye,
Coz thereafter i shall learn to fly...