Feeling Light

I don’t need music lines,

I write it all in my own mind,

Is it the perpetual high?

Or the perpetual night?

Is it Satan through the ego with all its Might?

If you’re looking, you could die,

and I won’t cry,

Because of the too many eyes,

Or the too many miles all these lies have passed me by,

But not to worry,

I’m weightless now and feeling light,

Growing and flying while I go through this long night.