Diary 1

It's a cold summer day I am standing lonely On a wide field beneath the stars My neurons they are overwhelmed By the unfolding colours in my eyes I lay down on the purple gras And watch the particolored ceiling Softly wave goodbye and Give way Give way Give way To the undisputed night To the undisputed night Oh will I ever find the answers? Or should I not ask the questions? Is there any chance I'll ever grasp The infinity of this galaxy And as i step into the Realm of conscious dreaming I watch myself, I watch myself becoming whole Piece by piece, I could never explain the feeling Maybe something like a baby being born I feel the ground vibrating I think I never felt something so liberating Particolored molecules dancing in an ever shifting verse It is the galaxy It talks to me Consistently changing rhymes and combinations of possible creations Creating spaces of unbalanced truth Making it all seem like it's all about you Oh will I ever find the answers? Or should I not ask the questions? Is there any chance I'll ever grasp The Infinity Of this galaxy