Nomads, street poets
He was quiet in the studio
Explore the universe twinkling from inside the booth
Cushles a stack of books
Put eyes and mind
What's the news?
from the earth of the opposite side?
We miss the new atmosphere
Here it has been stuffy, here it is dark.
Travel inside
Crawling over the sky, down all the canyons
Many are hidden and has not been revealed yet.
Secret of the
Milky Way
The mystery must be described
Let's peel all of it
Do not leave little stuff.
A new step we take immediately
End the dull story
Copy with beautiful stories
Wandering, penetrating space, boundaries of dreams, and consciousness.
Go through three steps of your views and thoughts
But sometimes it is blurred
Distance far too far
Let's try to listen his brilliant way of thinking
Who knows we can understand
Do not look who's talking but hear what he said.
