Thoughts flow like flies hissing while they circle,
Into my ear and out my heart.
Everything changes just give it some time.
I wish it was all one life but its not.
That straight line walk to the top isn't possible anymore.
there's some trips and some falls
and the soil is used to the weight that we carry.
If we hold each other we can balance.
If we gain balance we can become healthy souls.
With health the mirror will look prettier.
And our sight will welcome in more colors.
The look of an eye is full of all the visions it has seen
They melt together into a foggy swarm,
glistening in a softly white glow.
The air takes on so many swirls it seems to carry all complexion.
Somewhere deep in your mind there is another world
One that can take over this one and make it into a paradise.