Masters of our Universe

feeling caught up in the grind that is stressful gravity and its limitations.

This is totally alleviated while breathing in our mental space ships.

You can find yourself alone, weightless,

in a room of silent warm bodies.

suddenly the cosmos and their secret gulfs and streams are at your fingertips.

we all possess this great ability, but when tapping into it,

our accelerators are working on hyper drive.

like driving stick for the first time;

we sore greatly, then grind gears to a halt.

time is bended simply by our imaginations.

blink and you miss a million galaxies,

breathe deep enough and you'll move them,

like sand resting on a sheet of paper.