Let it fly

Let it fly.

Let it fly so high that the world would be nothing but a sugar lump in God's hand.

Let it burn so hard that the blaze flames would cover the spirits of the belong ones.

Let it love so much that every single inch of soil in the planet would smile for you .

Let it blend so mixed-up-much that everyone would wait for their turn to speak.

Let it live so free that everybody would walk naked and nobody would have a problem with that.

Let it improvise in all the choruses, 'cause the best results came from pure improvisation.

Let it bleed every single inch. Volcanic-dark-super-love is about to take control, Mr. Captain.

Let the lines crossbreed so randomly, the only thing would be left, they would call it art.

Let the artists frame the world so deeply true that everbody would be one. and everyone would be you.

Let it happen with so much spontaneous flow that your mind would shut down.

And all that would be left is your genuine appreciation of life.

 Let it go so far that you would face your fears, and live your dreams with no restrictions.

And Babe. Loose your make up. We're in the red zone.