The Gate of Spiritual Beings
Masters of treasures
under the watchful eye of a mounted guard
just wasting my time, a little bit on my porch
waiting for friends to drop by to "talk the situation over"
I will lift up my eyes to the hills
reaching higher level
writing down memory lane. . .what is actually going on?
I don't know any more what to do and what to say
As it seems they are against me
I went back inside in my dusty room and sit down in the corner
and stare against the wall
my thoughts running through my head. . .where is the solution
I can't live longer with all this
then I think how about some tea with honey, I think that's a brilliant idea
I fill up a hot cup of tea in my Irish mug,
grandmother gave me to carry on her legacy
keeps me calm and centered and then I will find a solution
I knew I reached a level of fire, and it burns
so much desire to create and be free
some shit needs to happen
to make my little world a better place
TBC...
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