so lost in the flowers, where are you now.
sometimes words come and they just flow and flow..
time is timeless, limits are limitless..
i just move to the sound with my golden feet finally in one place
i cant take it no longer.
wanna jump, wanna play..
damn, where do we go when we die?
wish i could go to the place i dream of the most.
if i could even begin to describe, it would always start off with the trees..
what is seen..
lost in the flowers with a cigarette between my lips.
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