Altitude of heaven
diverge your senses
Some thought had entered what I believed was a soma drink
Giving the elixir of tomato paste rolling down the sink
I hear the voice of freedom within my own gentle thought and reaction to sin
It wasn't like I was going to win a gold cup, for consecration of mishaps
lost was creation on the side of the intermediate thought of division
Giving me a chance to see that I can create a mood that allows some realization
Gone and astray now, to see the fathoms of endless existence is contrary
None to seal the system which incurs a belief system, or tired of managed life,
Bored with the ills of science art and design in one full swoop,
Generally I began to believe I was in a coma of self thought, self indecision
I know to have a reason is a stake in what is all a strife = in hearts of some delusion\d=day
I had one opportunity in the life of what is thought to be a reality check set by limited boundaries
Take a chance to see what life offers in quantity of star-like qualites of galaxies beyond
We have imagination, must be unreal to test the quality of existence
Now and I test my extends of believing not belief of realization of the self
Only on the occasion of a holiday do we adhere to Christian Philosophy and dear God
It must be one slave to another on a glorious holiday season ends of death, disease, and decay\one-day post humus authority
Somewhat grieving of what wills us to hear the dam case of scenario on timid false eye=flashes.
The reason to enter having the life altogether for purpose of cafe drinking, cake flour making, chicken soup for the soul entering his abode
