Breathless Eyes, Lucy Colored Skies.

Catching smoke, i came up high, and from high (above), everything is seen clearly,
what is truth, society and the whole world’s mother-father (essence) is seen
here, there is very cold breeze…
Let me, stay high high
life seems like a joke, I keep on laughing..
I am lying on grass, keep rolling and burning
the road of life is tough, blow out and keep walking
I came here in taxi, in a 3D dreams waterfall
all the clocks have melted, do everything in slow-motion
in your broken heart, put a joint, the world will be seen as flower-pot,
when climbed the peak of mountain,
I saw Shiva.

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