At the back of my garden

 

 

I'm talking about that voyage you haven't met,
At the back of my garden.

 

Undressing thoughts,
Oblivious mind.

 

Transcending blots,
One of a kind.

 

Walking paths nobody ever did,
Blazing love as the world tends to bleed.

 

That trippin' is grippin' my shadow to yours,
Young misfit,
Don't miss it,
My journey is returning to ground fucking zero.

End.