A buddist, a priest and a blind man all walk into a bar they all miss the point but everyone looked so far. on par kinda like their journey to the stars might get there driving a car but i prefer to shift gears sometimes in reverse not to often that I rehearse tho sometimes I might see in times. saying to myself look at these two men one in a circle the other on a cycle doing a lot of misdirections just to pick up the dialection. Maybe you'll get sent to detention maybe you'll find your attention maybe we can lead ourselves to consentration. sometimes through meditation more often times mezmerization. I feel this formation and you lean in like i'm whispering a secret but if you look around everyone already knows sometimes it doesn't show because it's all a show. mow the grass. do a task. it's gunna last but go very fast. if you must raise your mass and dance around even with a lass O around the earth like what's a playground what's a merry go round or even a desert daze. it's all a haze like smoke to play around your fingers especially if you let it linger or you drift on threw kind of out of the blue. remember to smell the rose but they didn't tell you what wons I guess that's the point. you gotta find the right one.
