The renegade feeling satisfied You blinked and closed your eyes You like the feeling of Saturday You love the danger in the night The restless corpse is collapsed wind The breath is daffodil What not become what is lapsing Into the universal fill Or maybe just
No intention Or maybe just No inention Woah
When I am full with endeavor Nothing can stop Gestalt The freshness of my reality Makes me feel tingly and hot When you wake up shouting 'Idea!' Is that a punishment? You represent saying, 'I'm real,' But is that what you meant Maybe you meant