The lost in the light,
the one that always fried,no beat,no frame up,
no instigator of life.
Love in the progress , Thorns never stay.
Lightning Tunnels leading to nothing,
Searching for daylight,peace in progress.
Mind conquest, the Piece of being,loving to operate.
Let the producer perform the ballerina play.
All mind blessed in some lost dimes crying fest.
No freak zest when we live & fly.
Groundness in fear.
October forever in November weathers.
