A distance cannot be marked
In infinite space you are
No ones ahead
Just trying to get par
Wishes sometimes jump certain stars
Im sure

You came from soil
To soil you go
Back to nature
Feed some trees below
Was it all worth the show
What do you really know…. is True?

A soul can soar in and out of time
We dream to blur the lines
Skip read fantasy in our mind
Distort a paradox to form my paradigm

Intuition, a basic source
Put a mind on the right course
To speak in words that shake the walls
An early running of the bulls
Interesting, many bird calls
And A never-ending hall.

Yakka 21/7/14

Yakka

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