dinsdag 5 oktober 2010

The Trip

I feel a warm breath
against my skin,
The trip is going to begin.
We fall down a deep hole,
It feels endless 
and crawl.

My mind is going blind,
I see thousands of 
colors,
all at the same time.
suddenly were slowing 
down,
Im going out of my mind,
feeling the warm ground.

Your the captain of
my ship,
treat it good,
And make it trip.

The colors are getting brighter,
I can touch them now,
It feels like fire.

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