I’ve always lived for things that are beyond, I enjoyed real feelings, so strong.
I laughed at the funniest jokes, I cried for terrible strokes.
I see my own reality, I taste for a different qaulity.
How can I explain? I can’t take fro granted anything except what it flows in my veins.
I’m sure it’s a good metre, like flowing water in a river.
Can’t tell you the words, or show you what doors.
Just start knocking slowly, and be ready to cross paths that are brand newly.
