Floating Objects

It was lyrical on God Like an apple from the farm Gravity Mind actuality Time spent It was Heavenly 4 jobs been reminding me Blessing me It always comes and goes She wrote (Pause) (She sang she sang) She sang I suppose I know It Ricochets Stapled canvas Floating objects Tapestry Physics paint Artistic nonsense Meaning made By memory lane Maybe heals the pain Cupped bottled Minute Maid Enough taste Others ain’t the same They chalk laced We frictionless fate We where the feather lays Fateful destiny’s grace Mind ya manners It’s Biga man We oven baked Dayton raised