Question:
Are we molded to time and its man-made work?
Answer:
When the world feels like playing music. When the band begins the song. When the ears touch the innards of the notes. When Children dance to the beat.
Where things seem to be alright Where the air feels … not to bad. Where the ladybugs mate. Where the sunshine fills the soul.
When sometimes the richness of the everything. Feels like gold in the palm of your hand. Wrong nor right mater there Feelings and pains are mountains behind you. Sometimes they can’t be seen even tho they are there … there is just Gold Dreams & Sensations full of our Best emotions.
Open Masterpieces of the world combined, Open to the masses whose heart are defined To hold no judgment open until the smiles rise And hands stretched upwards to the heavens with echoing voices healing blinded eyes.
So seldom do we open our mind wide But when we open the door on an energized morning ride Throughout the countryside, our brains just mesmerized.
Out in the open, inside and out, speak easy to all around with no doubt. No morning messes to shred the peace within letting the life and the day start again.
Golden perfectness silent in the roaming world of dreams and goals made. Trying desperately to mean something in the real world that is way more fake and false then the mind wants to realize.
Told the truth … been honest as honest is … cooperated to correctional lies and propaganda … making Gold Sensations of pure hope and prosperity.
These lies open up with feel-good theories and dissipation.
Like a ghost sitting spiritually, while others claim a religion that makes sense to your depressions and lost hope and dreams.
Open up to the world around. It is the best way to wake up!
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