Like the old we are new, youth keeps calling to yous. Ghostly breaths on lips time has missed, divinity sleeps there and for what? It’s in the eventually you see I scream, “I cannot see!”
Light so bright some days I don’t see, others so dim, making it hard to breathe. Pushing through the here, the now surely catching me in my gazing apathy…space queen you name me, this reality.
Thoughts misleading, perceptions deceiving, who is this dreamer dreaming me? Wishing to meet on that star afar…ground to the feet. Fuck that old piper, calling my melody making friends, time to make amends with the supreme.
Spelling the lyrics now with good vibrations, melodies and frequencies. Spell every last nook and cranny of the entertainment world. Spell for different stories, life changing glories, bringing much needed change to the water that bears me, ultimately… telling her-stories.